The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations between males. "Anonymous Dick 2: Back Stairwell" This is the second installment in the series. Copyright © 2017 Emile Ochoa.
Anonymous Dick 2: Back Stairwell by: Emile Ochoa
It's dimly lit, smells like dry piss, and has broken doors on just about every floor landing. There's graffiti and other vandalism on the cement block walls. They're painted light grey, but the paint is chipped in some spots. The handrails are dingy, yellow, and the floor numbers are painted on the back of the doors in red. The doors are dark grey with large, acrylic windows with wire mesh. Some of the windows are broken, others are marked up, scratched up or otherwise damaged. It's late, ain't nobody around, not even outside the building.
We're in the back stairwell of the building and I'm getting my ass fucked seriously by some guy I met over by the bathroom at the pier. He's got a good size dick, that shit is meaty. He's got big balls too and he's slamming me... fucking me... tearing me up like a bitch; from behind while I'm bent over the stair case.
He's taller than me... 5'11, with a smooth muscled body. He got both nipples pierced, dark caramel skin, light, facial hair, and dark hair styled in a fade. He has green eyes, and a sweet sinister smile. It's the kind of smile that makes your whole body go limp; the kind of smile where words aren't necessary to get what he's saying.
He didn't have to say anything, just the look made me want to perk up my ass. I like guys to know I'm available to be fucked and fucked good. I got my left hand pressed against the side wall, my right hand gripping the hand rail. It's necessary to keep from falling forward and busting my face on the stairs because of the way he fucking my hole.
My whole body is jerking with every hip pump he giving me and he giving it to me... giving it to me like we locked up at Rikers. He giving it to me like we in the back woods on an all boys camping trip. He fucking like a Boss. He fucking like a Soldier who ain't had pussy in a long time. He fucking me. You get how good it is.
I'm 5'1, 125 pounds with olive toned skin, short, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I'm short for a guy, but what I lack in height, I make up for in other ways. My V shaped body is smooth, except for the hair in my armpits and the dark pubes above an almost eight inch, uncut, dick. I got a round, smooth ass that likes getting spanked, a hole that likes being bitched out, and the will to get roughed up by a big dick. Nothing beats it.
I like guys like him... guys with big dicks who ain't afraid to fuck my sweet ass; guys who know how to fuck, period. I look for them, I wait for them, I get them, and they get me... and my mouth, before I give up or they take my ass. There are always guys willing to hook up, especially over by the pier.
"Unh... unh..." I lick my lips as he tears me up. "Mhmm... mhmm... ugh, fuck... unh... ugh..."
"You like it Pa... you like that dick, huh... you like that big dick?" He grunts and pumps me some more.
His hands are around the front of my hips, his fingers pressing into my hip joints on both sides. He holds me there while he blazing. My hole is being worked over for sure. I can't even breathe right. I can barely stand up the right way... my feet barely touching the steps. Now I've gotten fucked before, but this dude... damn, he not like any of them.
He's wicked in his fucking; no breaks... full throttle... hardcore... rough... I even try to get a break, but he snatches me back, lifts me up, and pounds my ass in retaliation. My hole is on fire. Damn. I wanted dick, but I ain't know I was going to get it like that.
"Unh... Ssss... ow...oh!" I flinch and he pulls me back on his dick. "Mhmm... mhmm... ugh!"
He's treating me like some street pussy he planned to pummel all night or until he exhausted... ripping me now without remorse. It hurts, but damn his dick is good. I want it. I want it badly and I'm getting what I asked for, no wait... I'm getting more than I asked for, more than I expected. He knew what I was in for before he even got in my ass...
I was chilling over by the pier, sitting on a bench, going through my phone, and smoking a cigarette. I saw him walking around. We caught each other's eyes a few times. He was cute, it was late, and I already knew what he really wanted. I wanted it too. He finally came over, asked if I had a another cigarette as he squeezed his crotch. I didn't, but I let him get a few pulls off mine.
He noticed me watching him pulling at his crotch, smiled, and gave me the cigarette back. I took a pull, stayed watching him, and rubbed myself a little as I blew smoke from my mouth. He caught it.
"So what's good?" He asked me, smirked, and bit his lip.
"Whatever... what's good wit' you?"
"Chilling... trying to get a nut," he squeezed.
"Yeah," I give him a look.
"What about you?"
"I been chilling," I was still rubbing my crotch. I even slipped my hand inside my pants.
"Yeah, you been chilling a while... I saw you before."
"Yeah, I seen you too."
"You want to see something else?" He was really massaging and shaking his dick at me.
"That's cool."
"Cool," he looked around. "Cops you know?" He said. I looked around. I ain't see nobody, but that didn't mean they wouldn't show up. "You from around here?" He sat.
We chit chatted a little bit longer and then headed over to Bayview Houses, around the back of my building. I finished the cigarette and went inside. He followed me in. Nobody was inside the stairwell, I checked. I figured it would be like that since nobody was outside. He was good with it.
I backed up against the wall by the staircase, out of view of the door. He closed the door and came over to me. We looked at each other. He got closer to me and grabbed my crotch. I took a breath. He got a good hold and started rubbing my dick and my balls over my pants. I licked my lips and watched him.
I was wearing my khaki pants I had on for work with my red, zip up hoodie, so I felt his hand motions real good. He squeezed my dick gently, slid his hand over it, and groped me again. He pushed his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep inside as we made out like hungry, horny lovers who hadn't fucked in weeks. Only we weren't lovers like that. We didn't even know each other.
He pulled back some and licked my lips. I sucked on his tongue because he fed it to me. He bit my lip just enough for me to feel it without hurting me. It made me push up on him and slide my tongue inside his mouth again. I pressed my mouth hard against his. I wanted him to kiss me like that again. I liked it. I know he liked it too because he rolled his tongue around mine.
I shoved my hand between his legs and started feeling him up. He had on long, drawstring, charcoal grey, sweat shorts and no underwear, so I felt everything perfectly. His short sleeves, orange-peach colored, plaid shirt was unbuttoned. I ran my hands all over his chest, stomach, and up and down his back, pulling him to me as I moved away from the wall to him.
He massaged my ass as we kept rolling our tongues together. He cupped my ass and lifted me up... picking me up, and pressing me back against the wall. I swallowed his tongue, but I wanted to swallow something else. I wanted that dick he had dangling between his legs.
He kissed the side of my neck and sucked it. He licked it and sucked on it again. I was his. We kissed again. Our tongues intertwined in a warm, wet dance as we got more involved. He stepped back and put me down. I started rubbing his crotch again.
"Ssss...," he breathed. "Take it out," He said and put both hands against the wall on either side of my head. He licked his lips as I pulled on the drawstring. I reached inside his shorts, and took his dick out. "You like that Pa?" He was smiling.
He lowered his shorts more. His pubes, his balls, his sweet, light musk scent were all out in the open. His dick was long, uncut, and as thick as a Curve body spray can. In other words... it was fucking huge! I was drooling for it, licking my chops like I was hungry, but truthfully... I was a little scared of it though. It was longer than I was expecting, but fuck it... I needed to be fed. My hole was starving.
"Damn... that's a big dick," I started drooling. I wiped my mouth.
"It ain't big yet," he smirked. "You can make it big though..."
I smiled nervously, but curious. My heart was pounding. I was slowly stroking it and moving it around so I could see it from every angle. I mean... damn. His foreskin slid back and forth, gliding over his dickhead. I slid it all the way back, again... damn. His mushroom head was fat and already forming a precome wad. I squeezed it out and wet his head, rubbing it all over. The more I did it, the more it leaked out.
"You like that shit Pa?"
"Yeah," I smirked.
"Work on it then," he said and grabbed the back of my neck.
"I don't know... that's big."
"You can do it, just put it in your mouth," he pulled my head down.
I was face deep in his crotch, kissing and breathing in his salty, tangy smell real deep...letting him rub my face in his pubes... it was all good. I licked his shaft from his pubes to his tip, opening his foreskin with the tip of my flicking tongue. I went in deep, all the way to his piss opening where a new glob of precome formed.
I tasted his precome... thick, sweet, clear, sour, and salty liquid. It was like having sweet and sour chicken sauce, but this was sweet and sour pinga sauce. I'd order that from a menu any day. It was feeding time. Open wide and take it in. Fuck, I didn't need to be told twice.
His dick was more than eight inches. I know because I fit eight inches easily down my throat. I had eight inches of his dick in my mouth and there was leftovers. I let it drop out of my mouth and squatted down in front him. He smacked me with it before I got back to sucking it again. He stepped closer, pinning my head against the wall, and put it back in my mouth. I wasn't saying no, especially since it grew and he started face fucking me.
He pumped his hips and rolled them. His moves caused his dick to slide almost all the way out of my mouth before he pushed it all the way in. I gagged on it. I choked on it, but he kept pumping and pumping deep. My mouth was stretched over his shaft, taking the strong, unrelenting thrusts he was giving me. I ain't have a choice.
He started pumping faster, shoving his whole dick down my throat. I gagged again. My eyes got watery.
"Suck that shit," he moved his hips back and forth.
He rammed it down my throat. He wasn't trying to kill me, he was just enjoying my mouth the same way I was enjoying his dick popping my mouth. He was breaking my jaw in the right way. He really went for it. He not only made my jaw cramp up, he punished my throat. If he was to come at that moment, it would've gone straight into my stomach without me having to swallow once to get it down... and that was just the beginning.
He withdrew his dick. I swallowed hard. My throat hurt, but there was nothing I could do about it. I coughed, spit a wad, and wiped my mouth. He guided me to stand up again and undid my belt. I wiped my mouth while he opened and unzipped my pants, pulled them and my bluish-green, plaid boxers down. My dick sprung up and pulsed in front of me. I felt a light breeze against my balls. He stroked me along the underside of my shaft, playing with my balls some and...
"Ssss... mhmm," I moaned when he sealed his mouth over my sensitive head and began sucking on it.
He swallowed my dick whole, bobbing up and down in a steady movement and perfect rhythm. He was slobbering all over it and I was enjoying it. He took my balls in his mouth too, sucking my sack hard and making me moan. I was close to coming. He must've have tasted it because he stopped and smirked. I was gone. I wanted to come so badly, that's horny I was.
"Unh... mhmm..." I moaned again. He was flicking his tongue under my balls right in the middle of my sack.
"I want to fuck you," he told me. I nodded. "Turn around."
I faced the wall. He spit in his right hand and rubbed his dick. He spit again and rubbed the wad on my hole. He stuck a finger in and got me wet... got me ready. He put his left forearm across my shoulder blades to keep me pressed against wall. I was pinned down with my dick still hard, poking out in front of me. It was wet and sticky from leaking precome and getting sucked off by this Boricua who was about to hand me my ass.
I got up on my toes and perked that shit up for him. He put the head against me and pushed. It didn't go in. Uh oh. He tried again... same thing. Fuck. The third time... he pushed real hard and it popped in and spread me open. I flinched, tightened up, and groaned, but he kept pushing, kept stretching my hole.
"Relax that ass," he whispered. I bit down on my hand and took a hard breath. He pushed in more. "Aghhh... Ssss... unh..." I flinched.
He ran his hands up my sides, got a grip on me, and went about punishing me with that dick.
"Back up," he told me as he guided my ass back away from the wall.
I peeled away from the cement blocks. His thrusts were slow and easy at first, but then out of nowhere... he went wild. My body jerked, bounced, and tensed up all at the same time. I moved forward to try and slow him down, but it didn't work because he was holding me. When he felt me trying to get a little separation, he yanked me back toward him and fucked me some more.
I was bat shit crazy in the head, my eyes were so watery and spinning sideways because it was just so damn good, even though it hurt. I wanted it and after a while, it just started to feel real good. It felt so good that I wanted him to make me hurt. I wanted him to break me open because it meant I had all of his dick and all of his fuck. I was getting it good and wanted more.
He spun me around toward the stair case, moved us closer to it, bent me over more, and worked his dick again. He worked my hole open even more. I felt every... fucking... bit of him. I was in heat and wanted that dick. So... I got it and I'm still getting it. So as I was saying...
It's dimly lit, smells like dry piss, and has broken doors on just about every floor landing. There's graffiti and other vandalism on the cement block walls. We're in the back stairwell of the building and I'm getting my ass fucked seriously.
"Yeah... mhmm... you feeling my dick in your ass huh... in you're booty hole...you like the way it's going in and got you stretched open... mhmm," he slaps his body against mine.
"Unh... ughh!" I can't even speak.
"I'ma smash it... I'ma kill it," he slammed into me and lifted me up on his dick.
"Aghhh!"
"Yeah... scream for daddy..." He pushed in hard.
"Ughh!"
I'm off my toes because he's lifting me and fucking me. I wanted that. I got that. I feel his dick rubbing against my rectum walls as he penetrates my hole over and over again.
"Unh... Ssss... oh... mhmm... mhmm... ugh!" He pulls me back on his dick roughly. He's destroying me, destroying my hole.
"Ooh... aghhh... unh, unh, unh..." I have to breathe through my mouth.
Without saying anything, he suddenly slams into me and holds there. I'm breathing hard. He's breathing hard.
"Turn around." I try to get off his dick so I can move better, but he's holding me still. "Nah, stay on that dick," he says and rotates around with me.
He backs up and sits down. His dick stays inside me. I'm stuck on it. Even if I try to get off of it, I can't because there's no telling where his dick ends and my hole begins... at least that's what it feels like.
"Go for a ride," he says. No need to tell me twice.
I pull up some, slide down on him halfway and come back up, go down again and come back up, and then all the way down and up. I'm riding him, reverse cowboy style, bouncing my ass up and down, making his dick disappear and reappear like a backdoor magic trick. I spread my legs as far apart as they'll go and bounce.
"Oh damn... mhmm, yeah that feel good," he groans. "You gonna make me nut."
I clench and squeeze his dick with my hole, holding it in place while I bob my ass up and down on it. I grip the handrail and the wall for extra support and leverage. I'm taking his dick to the end. I go at it like a wild horse, bucking and bouncing on that dick. He pushes me and jumps up suddenly, both of us stumbling toward the wall and pressing together against it.
He's fucking me again with purpose. He's not saying anything, just panting heavily and breathing fast and deep.
"Ughh... ughh... mhmm... mhmm... unh," I groaned. "Mhmm... mhmm... ughh... unh."
I want to turn and run up the stairs to get away from him, just to get a break from pleasure overload from being broken by his dick, and believe me... he's breaking me. I feel like I got to throw up. I got spit flying out my mouth, dick prodding my stomach, cramping and swelling in my balls, and my own dick throbbing. I'm breathing heavy and hard and...
"Ugh! Ugh!"
"Yeah boy... yeah... I'm getting that ass... Ssss... yeah..."
"Oh fuck... ooh...ooh... wait, wait... unh... unh!" I'm groaning.
He really working my hole over... Fuck, my hole is screaming for a popsicle to cool it down, some ice to reduce the soreness, while begging to be put through more rapture, more pounding, and more dick pleasure. My precome is spilling out like crazy. I can't control it. I can't help it or want to help it. Every time he slams into me, more spills out. I know it's coming.
My dick gets real hard from a massive blood rush. I feel the wave from my balls going through my dick. I feel his dick... my hole is tingling... I'm salivating and... and... and...
"Aghhh, ugh, ugh, unh... ugh!"
I'm coming. It's spilling out in throbbing white wads, making me feel like I'm pissing, but I'm not. I'm fucking coming. He's literally fucking the come out of me. I can't take it. It feels so good that I can't take it. I'm exhausted and can't... but....
"Aghhh!" He hits it. "Aghhh!" He's coming.
His body jerks and he tenses up. He pushes in and quivers. His come is shooting like water from a fire hose and my ass needs it because fuck, my hole is on fire! Forget about the girl on fire, I'm the boy on fire. I'm trying to catch my breath, frozen on his dick. I can't move.
After a another few minutes, his dick slides out and my hole pucker non-stop. I can't even hold all his come in. I feel it sliding out. I feel my hole open, fucked completely raw, and coated in come. If I can sit or walk right, it'll be a miracle. I'm barely able to move. I hear the door open and close. He's gone. I'm spent. My ass got served and fuck if I know who did it.
The End
Thank you for reading. If you would like to comment, please email me at EmileOchoa@gmail.com. You can also read my other stories "He Gave Me That D" and "Dash Matthews and the Devoured Dick" Until next time!