I began experimenting with anal pleasure soon after I learned to masturbate. In fact, I can't actually remember there ever being a time when I didn't associate jerking off with some sort of butt play. I couldn't quite tell you what first sparked me to try playing with my tight little anus, but boy can I vividly remember the first time I actually penetrated myself! I had probably been masturbating for over a year or so, and up till then, I had only been brave enough to tickle or massage my young, hairless asshole.
I was twelve when I first soaped up a finger and timidly slid it inside myself while taking a shower. My young cock was already rock hard, and I'll never forget the butterflies in my stomach as I jerked off and fingered my butt. What an orgasm that was! I was young, confused, and I thought homosexuality was wrong, but I know that all that emotion only added to the incredible sensations I would feel every time I fingered myself. I felt guilty, because I thought it made me gay, but that wasn't enough to stop me from pleasuring myself anally on a regular basis.
I was thirteen before I ever put something larger than a couple of fingers into my ass. I had somehow acquired a fairly large knife, and I remember looking at it one day and thinking that the handle was perfectly shaped to be slid into someone's ass. It was smooth, rounded wood, and it was slightly bulbous on the end. It was about five inches long, and it uncannily resembled a smallish penis. I wrapped the blade thickly with duct tape so I could use it as a handle, and I remember shaking as I lubed the handle with lotion and prepared to slide it into myself.
I kneeled on my bedroom floor with my thighs spread apart, and I positioned the knife handle under me so I could lower myself onto it. I felt those butterflies in my stomach as the cold, smooth tip of the handle pressed against my tight entrance. I closed my eyes and exhaled, relaxing my anus, and I slowly lowered myself onto my makeshift dildo. My hungry little ass felt incredible as it swallowed the entirety of the knife handle, and I knew that I had just undergone some sort of change as a sexual being. I had crossed the line from a boy who innocently fingered himself in the butt, to a teenager who liked to fuck himself with homemade dildos. I knew that it wasn't a very far leap from the five-inch handle of a knife to a six or seven inch cock. This racked me with guilt and embarrassment while simultaneously sending me off into one hell of an anal climax! I furiously jerked my teenage cock while sliding the handle in and out of my ass, and I came hard!
Over the years of my adolescence, I experimented with different butt toys, and I had become more comfortable with my love of anal pleasure. I liked girls, and wasn't attracted to men, so I didn't consider myself gay. I just knew that it felt good to be fucked in the ass. I often fantasized about what it would be like to allow a guy to put his cock into me, but I never dared to consider it as a reality.
One thing that resulted from all this ass-play was a profound appreciation for my own ass. I was always in shape as a kid, and I remained in good shape as a young adult. I had a lean, muscular body, and a very pretty, round little ass. I worked out and followed a good leg regimen that built and enhanced my shapely thighs and butt. I dressed normally at school, but I kept old pairs of jeans at home so I could make tiny little cut-offs out of them. I loved the way the tight, almost-too-small jeans felt and looked on my butt, and I would make the tiniest, sexiest little shorts out of them. When I was home alone, I would stuff myself into those sexy shorts and revel in the way it felt to have my pretty ass hugged by the denim. I would walk around in them and admire myself in the mirror, sometimes masturbating just at the sight of myself in them.
Usually, the sight of my own pretty ass in such a sexy outfit would make me crazy to be fucked, and I would soon be shimmying out of them to fuck myself with my latest homemade dildo. I knew that such a perfect ass was meant to be fucked. Why else would it feel so good?
When I realized that puberty wasn't going to endow me with a significant amount of body hair, I considered myself very fortunate. I only had a little hair under my arms and a normal sized bush over my cock. My ass stayed smooth and soft, with just a little fine hair growing in my crevice. My lower legs grew a fine blonde hair on them, but my thighs stayed smooth and pretty. Where some boys would have fretted over something like this, I was happy that my beautiful ass would stay beautiful and smooth.
Throughout high-school and college, I had a few girlfriends and even got laid fairly regularly. I enjoyed sex with girls, and could get off just as easily from normal sex as I could when I fucked myself in the ass at home. That is how I managed to get well into my twenties before I ever realized how badly I really did want to be fucked by a man. That realization was brought about sometime after I moved into my first apartment.
Up until then, I had either lived with my parents, or with roommates at college. When I experienced the thrill of my first private apartment, I drew the curtains, stripped off my clothes and stuffed myself into a tight pair of daisy-dukes (no, not the same pair from my teenage years, but an equally sexy pair). I sauntered around my new apartment and loved the freedom I felt to just be a sexy man walking around in slutty shorts. I still didn't consider myself gay, and I was able to behave in this manner by simply not thinking too hard about it. I knew that I liked to be fucked in the butt, and that I liked to wear tight, sexy shorts, but I wouldn't allow myself to consider it beyond that.
With this newfound freedom, I realized that I could buy things for myself and not have to worry about anyone finding them. I soon had a secret box in my closet that was full of very sexy outfits (mostly women's articles) and as soon as I would get home from work, I would go take a shower and put on something sexy. I had an assortment of thongs and cheeky panties, tight shorts, knee-high and thigh-high socks, and even some fishnet stockings. I would top it off with a tight, sexy belly shirt or maybe a cut-off T-shirt. Sometimes I went all-out and wore a corset top with my fishnets and a sexy thong.
I have a model's body, which at this point I was keeping waxed clean, so these ensembles actually looked pretty damned sexy on me. I was amazed at how sensual and beautiful a man's body could be when it was accentuated by such sexy clothes!
Despite all this, I refused to label myself as gay. I felt that I could do all of the things I was doing, but since I hadn't actually had sex with a man, then I could still consider myself straight. I was leading a secret, double-life, and was in full-on denial about my sexuality. It amazes me how ridiculous I was back then, but I wouldn't remain in this state for too much longer, because one day I finally worked up the nerve to order myself a dildo.
I had ordered all of my sexy outfits online, which is convenient for someone who is leading a double-life, and I had been considering ordering a silicone cock for some time. Struggling with my delusions of manliness and homosexuality, I had up until then not allowed myself the experience of using such a blatantly-gay toy on myself. I was still using homemade implements, and nothing the size of a real penis, but one day I couldn't stand it any longer and I broke down and bought a dildo. My stomach was a-flutter when that little box arrived at my door a week later.
I quickly opened and examined what I knew would be the source of a new level of anal pleasure for me. It was blue, and shaped like an anatomically-perfect cock. It was only about six inches, and not too thick-what I would consider a small to medium-sized cock. It had a suction cup at the base. When selecting it online, I had envisioned myself pushing my desperate ass back onto the dildo while it was firmly planted on my shower wall. I held it in my hand, and I felt my anus tingling in anticipation.
In no time, I was in the shower acting out the very scene I had envisioned-slowly pushing my ass back onto my wonderful new dildo. It was vascular with a bulbous head, and these delightful textures felt amazing sliding in and out of me. I loved the fullness I felt when it was seated fully inside me, and I loved the sensations of the veins against my tight little sphincter. I fucked myself silly in the shower, and as I slammed my hungry ass onto the dildo, I knew that in principle, this was no different than being fucked by a man. I jerked myself off and felt my whole body trembling as I came with this dildo buried inside me.
Later that night as I fucked myself with it again, this time kneeling face-down on my bed, I knew that I wanted to be fucked for real. I no longer cared about homosexuality or manliness. I only knew that I wanted a real cock inside me. That dildo was the closest thing to a cock that I had experienced so far, and it brought me to levels of pleasure I hadn't even dreamed of. Somehow I knew that the real thing would be even better.
I continued fucking myself with that wonderful dildo for several months, and I had anal pleasure down to an art. I knew what foods to eat and when to eat them in order to have regular, clean bowel movements so that my insides would be ready for anal entry in the evenings. Eating on such a strict diet came very easily to me, because the pay off was well worth it. On top of that, what I jokingly thought of as my "anal-sex diet" allowed me to maintain a very sexy physique. I was the slimmest and sexiest I had ever been. I also purchased a home enema kit so that I could get myself extra clean before fucking myself. I enjoyed my regular enemas, and I found that it made the anal stimulation feel even better afterwards. Before long, I couldn't hold off any more-I had to find a man to fuck me. I had to feel the real thing inside me.
I wasn't sure how to go about finding a good candidate for my first time with a man, but luckily I lived in a big city where I had options. For one thing, I could maintain anonymity as long as I played it safe. I wasn't anywhere near being brave enough to be openly gay (or even bisexual). I didn't have the nerve to go out to a gay bar, and I certainly didn't have what it took to just go up to a guy and flirt with him, so I began searching online for a solution.
I did some pretty serious research, and I found a well-reputed website for gay dating. I began looking at guys in my city, and I also learned the terms, top & bottom. I realized that my extreme need to be fucked in the ass made me a bottom, looking for a top. I built a profile and in the comments section I explained my situation: an up-until-now straight man looking for a comfortable, safe first time encounter with another man. I was fully aware of how desirable this would make me, and I prepared myself for fielding a thousand suitors. I knew that it would be quite a process to find a suitable guy, and that the utmost discretion on my part would be necessary. I attached a tasteful body picture of me in a pair of tight jeans with no shirt on, but I left my face out of the picture.
Almost immediately, I started getting hits, and I excitedly began interacting with gay men for the first time. I blocked the obvious sleaze-balls and ignored anyone who didn't interest me. The first guy to get my attention was Christian. His picture was just like mine, but with his face proudly in view. He was bigger and more muscular than me, and he had a smooth, chiseled physique. He had black hair and dark eyes, and his grammar was impeccable. His profile said that he was both a top and a bottom, and I noticed that he had only just created it a few weeks ago. He was a relatively new member to this website, and that made me feel good about him for some reason.
I exchanged a few emails with him and we soon met for a text chat. He had broken up with a long-time boyfriend, and after a long period of being a sort of recluse he was trying to get back into the dating game. We exchanged a few pictures, and when I saw his butt in a pair of tight, faded jeans, I quickly remembered that he was also a bottom. Seeing his beautifully round ass in those jeans made me realize that I might enjoy fucking a man just as much as being fucked by a man. I had never allowed myself to admire a man's body before (except for mine of course), and I felt those familiar butterflies in my stomach as I let my eyes drink in Christian's images. He had a beautiful body, and a very pretty smile, and I knew that I wanted him to be my first man.
After a few weeks of chatting and emailing, Christian finally convinced me to show him a picture of my face. It was a big step, but I did it. He was pleased with my appearance, and his flattery made me feel so strange and feminine. He told me how beautiful he thought my body was, and how pretty my eyes were (they're blue), and I could not deny that it made me feel really good. Each time we chatted I would get a hard-on, even though he never said anything overtly sexual. Christian was being a patient gentleman, and he understood how important it was for me to trust him. We talked about how it wasn't easy for a straight man to make the step of having gay sex. It was over a month before I finally gave him my phone number.
Talking to Christian was a little awkward at first, but he soon had me disarmed. He was very well-spoken and easy, and he had a way of making me feel like I already knew him. Our first conversation lasted for a few hours, and by the end of it I had confessed my sexual past to him-right down to my parading around my apartment in women's panties and using a dildo on myself. Needless to say, those confessions made him extremely aroused. We ended the phone call with me promising to take pictures of myself in a few outfits and emailing them to him. This was the first time we had broken into the sexual realm of conversation, and the excitement of it was invigorating.
I emailed him pictures of me in a pair of knee-high rainbow striped socks, faded blue frayed daisy dukes that showed a little cheek, and a tight-fitting powder blue women's tank top that showed my stomach. I also sent him pictures of me in a garter corset with a tiny black thong, and thigh-high fishnets. For each outfit, I sent a few pics of my front and back, so he could see my sexy, shapely legs and torso, and my beautiful, round ass. My heart was pounding when I clicked the send button.
His response made me instantly hard. He wrote one line: Please pardon my candor, but I have never wanted to fuck any man as badly as I want to fuck you. I knew that it was only a matter of time now. The skeptic in me told me that it was too good to be true, that it was too unbelievable that such an attractive, well-spoken man was interested in me, and that he wasn't some sort of maniac or rapist who was really fat and ugly. I knew that the best way for me to feel comfortable with him was to have a video chat.
When Christian's face popped up on my chat screen, I felt myself exhale in relief. I was talking to him live, and he was the man from the pictures. We talked and enjoyed getting to finally see each other in person after so many months of wondering about one another. He tried talking me into modeling some more outfits for him, which I did only after getting him to strip to his briefs for me. His body was incredible. He was waxed smooth from the neck down, and I could see the shape of his every muscle. His chest was thick and his shoulders were broad. His waist was tight and slim, with perfect abs. His thighs were muscular and hit butt was so perfectly round that all I could think about was biting it. He had a beautiful bubble butt that just begged to be fondled, licked, fucked and whatever else he would let me do to it. I knew that I would have no problem getting aroused around this man.
As promised, I modeled a few more sexy outfits for him, and he confessed to me that he was as hard as a rock. I couldn't believe that I was sitting there flirting with another man and modeling panties for him. It sounded like another person's voice when I heard myself say, "Show me your cock." Without hesitating, he stood up, pulled off his briefs, and bared his gorgeous cock to me. It was close to eight inches long and very thick, with a prominent head that was slightly larger than his shaft. It stood proud and straight and the veins that adorned it were full and thick. It reminded me of my silicone dildo-only much, much bigger. I shuddered to think of him fitting it inside my tight little ass, but God how I wanted him to try! I gasped and said, "My God!"
The next day, I met him for lunch. He more than lived up to his image in person, and I knew that I would let him fuck me before the week was out. That was on a Tuesday. We went for a walk together on Wednesday, and had dinner and a movie on Thursday. Each night, we talked on the phone for hours, and each time I became a little more comfortable with discussing my sexual urges and tendencies. That Thursday after the movie, I invited Christian to come over to my apartment on Friday night for drinks. When he said that he wouldn't be able to drive home if he drank too much, I told him that he should probably bring an overnight bag just in case
I ate a very light dinner on Friday because my stomach was so tied up in knots that I had no appetite at all. I gave myself a thorough enema and took a nice long shower to try to calm my nerves. It felt so strange knowing that I was getting myself ready to be fucked by a man that night. I was so nervous that I could barely think straight. I had a very hard time deciding what to wear, because part of me wanted to surprise Christian with a sexy outfit, but the other part was afraid of being too forward or silly. It would be a huge leap for me to answer the door wearing the clothes of my secret life. I slid on a sexy black G-string and went into the kitchen to fix a drink and think about it. It was six-thirty, and I had a half hour until he was supposed to be there.
I downed one glass of wine and started on a second. I had my closet door open so I could see my regular guy clothes, and I had most of my sexy clothes laid out on the bed. I sipped my wine and paced back and forth, trying to work up the nerve to do what I really wanted to do. Each time I considered just wearing jeans and a T-shirt, it made me feel safe and relaxed. Each time I considered wearing something sexy and girly, I felt a surge of aroused excitement accompanied by nervous chill bumps take hold of my body. By the time I finished my second glass, I had made my decision.
With a little liquid courage egging me on, I put on one of the same outfits I had emailed him pictures of earlier. He had commented on how much he liked the one with the daisy dukes and the rainbow knee-highs, so I decided to wear that one for him. I checked myself out in the mirror, and admired the way the ladies' tank top hugged my chiseled torso tightly, showing off my slim waist and tight abs. My butt looked delicious in the daisy dukes, and the knee-high socks added a very sexy, school-girlish touch. I knew that Christian was going to want to fuck me the minute he saw me, and I shuddered to think about what that would entail.
I kept myself busy tidying up and enjoying the feeling of walking around in my sexy outfit, and I thought I was going to have a stroke when I heard the knock at my door. For a moment I considered running to my room and changing into a pair of jeans, but I knew it was too late now. Christian was waiting, and I had to answer the door wearing the slutty outfit I had on. This was the first time I had ever let anyone see me like this in person, and my heart was pounding when I peeked through the peep hole to ensure that it was Christian. I felt my hand shaking as I opened the door for him, but I managed to smile and step back as I opened the door all the way, letting him see me in full.
"Wow!" he said, eyes agog. He was holding his overnight bag, and he just stood there in the hallway gawking at me. I felt incredibly sexy and naughty, and finding my voice, I said, "Well, why don't you come in?" He snapped out of his daze and laughed as I shut the door behind him. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a snug T-shirt that left no doubt as to his beautiful, muscular physique. I took his bottle of wine from him and set it on the counter, turning my back to him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I talked to him without turning around. "Do you want me to pour you a glass of wine?" I asked. "That would be fine," he replied. I could sense the desire in his voice.
I began pouring him a glass, and then I felt him move up behind me. Up until now, we hadn't actually touched each other. I just hadn't worked up the nerve to make physical contact with him, since I had never been with a man, and he understood my trepidation and gave me space and time to figure things out. One thing Christian had been through all of our correspondence was extremely patient and understanding. I think seeing me in person, wearing such a sexy outfit and putting my body on display for him was the thing that finally exhausted his patience.
Just as I finished pouring his glass, I felt his presence right behind me. He placed his hand on my arm, making me set down the wine glass, and placed his other hand on my waist. I felt chill bumps rise all over my body, and I know I was probably trembling. His touch was electric, and my cock began to stiffen. He moved his right hand up my arm and stopped on my bare shoulder. He gently, but firmly, pulled me into him, pressing my butt to his pelvis and my back to his chest. He smelled the back of my neck and I heard him sigh deeply as he pressed his bulging package into my butt.
He leaned in and spoke softly into my ear, "I know that you're nervous, but I'm going to take care of you tonight. We're going to go nice and slow, and I promise you that I won't hurt you." By now, his right hand was on my chest, keeping me pressed firmly against him, and I was slowly grinding my butt into him. Both my hands were braced on the counter, and it was all I could do not to let my knees buckle beneath me. My cock was achingly hard. He continued talking to me, saying, "I know that you must feel incredibly vulnerable, and that you are taking a huge leap of faith with me. I feel honored to be your first, and I am going to make you feel good." I could hear myself breathing hard as he slowly ran his tongue around the rim of my ear. "Are you ready to make love?" he asked. It sounded like another person's voice when I answered, "Yes."
One thing I had told him before was that I didn't think I would be comfortable kissing a man. Anal sex was all about pure pleasure, but kissing was such an intimate thing to share with someone. I just didn't know if I would be able to do it. Respecting this, Christian didn't try to get me to kiss him. Instead, he kept my back to him and he slowly tongued my ear and neck. His hands explored my body, and I soon felt him unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. He slowly slid them down my legs and let me step out of them. I felt so vulnerable and exposed as he delicately caressed my butt and thighs. He ran his hands up and down my body, and eventually slid off my shirt. I just stood there bracing myself on the counter as Christian caressed every inch of me.
He slid off each sock, and even caressed my calves, running his hands from my ankles all the way up to my neck without ever breaking contact. My cock was throbbing with desire, and it felt like my whole body was energized with a sexual energy unlike anything I had ever felt. I felt him hook his thumbs under my thong, and I closed my eyes as he slid it off of me. I was completely naked in front of a man who wanted to fuck me. There were so many things racing through my mind that I couldn't seem to grasp any one thought long enough to make sense of anything. I felt Christian's hands sliding all over my body, and then I felt him open my ass cheeks. I glanced down and saw that he was kneeling with his face right next to my ass, and I heard myself moan as he moved forward and ran his tongue right over my puckered anus.
He held me exposed and opened with his hands, and buried his face into my smooth little ass, passionately tonguing my ass hole. The sensation was mind-blowing, and all I could do was moan and breathe as he ate me out. He licked me until my ass was nice and wet, and then he slowly slid his tongue into me. As he did this, he reached around and stroked my aching cock. I was in heaven. This was an ecstasy I had never imagined! I soon had to grab his hand, saying, "If you keep doing that, I will come." He stopped stroking my cock, but continued eating my tingling ass until neither of us could take it anymore. I wanted my ass to be filled so badly I could barely stand it, and I know that Christian was dying to fill me.
He stood up and quickly stripped all of his clothes off. I turned around and let my eyes drink in his muscular, smooth body. His cock was fully erect, and once again I felt an excited intimidation as I wondered if I would be able to handle him inside of me. Seeing me gazing at his massive erection, Christian said, "Do you want to touch it?" I nodded my head and slowly moved forward, timidly reaching out and taking his manhood into my hand. I saw him close his eyes and let his head fall back as I fondled his cock. I had never touched another man's penis before, and its strange warmth felt surprisingly wonderful in my hand. It felt like it had a life of its own, and I loved the way his thick shaft felt in my grasp.
As I slowly stroked his cock, I whispered, "I never considered myself gay." Christian placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "Don't get hung up on labels. Don't think about being gay or straight. Just give in to the moment. You know what feels good to you. You know what you want. Make that what matters most." I continued stroking his thick cock, and his words made so much sense to me. It was as if I was standing at an open door, and Christian had just given me permission to step through it. Heart pounding, and knees trembling, I slowly knelt before him.
I don't know what came over me, but it was as if there was some sort of sexual being controlling my actions. It was like there had always been a part of me hiding in the shadows of my consciousness-a presence that would only partially take over when I had sexual urges, but one that had now been given complete control. Following pure compulsion, I placed a hand on Christian's engorged cock, and slowly slid it into my mouth.
Grasping the base of his shaft and stroking it up and down, I slid the head of his thick cock in and out of my mouth, wetting and sucking it thoroughly. My other hand rested on his thigh, and I heard him sigh and moan as I stroked and sucked his dick. I couldn't believe what was happening! I had another man's cock in my mouth! Here I was, on my knees sucking dick. It felt wrong and feminine and submissive, and I loved it.
Somehow I knew that Christian's cock was about to fill me with more pleasure than I had ever known, and the overwhelming compulsion to suck it seemed to be the only proper homage to such a magnificent thing. I sucked slowly and lovingly, as if to show appreciation while begging to be treated gently. I felt myself trying to show submission to Christian, as if to say, "I'm giving myself to you, so please be good to me." I felt his hand lift my chin, and he guided me to stand up and face him. He looked into my eyes, and that look told me that he understood everything I was trying to tell him. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said.
He grabbed his overnight bag and followed me into my bedroom. I sat on the bed and he said, "Just lie down and relax. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours." I rolled onto my stomach and arched my back so my butt was displayed perfectly for him.
"My God, that is beautiful," he said as he sat next to me on the bed, caressing my ass and legs. I let out a pleased sigh as he stroked me like a kitten. My butt responded to his touch, lifting up and inviting him to explore it. He slowly worked his hand in between my cheeks, and I spread my legs to make it easier for him. I heard myself whimper as he began to massage my anus.
"You want to be filled, don't you," he asked.
"Yes," I breathed.
He stood up and got a condom from his bag, and I watched as he rolled it down his bulging shaft. Then he got out a small bottle of lube and lubed himself up. I could feel myself trembling, my anus twitching in anticipation. He put a dab of lube on his fingertips and rubbed it onto my tight entrance. It felt surreal as he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs together and straddling my thighs. I poked my little butt up for him, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as he placed a hand on my ass and spread me open, positioning himself for entry. I could feel the tip of his cock gently pressed against my tight asshole.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Tell me that you want to be filled."
I felt the most intense version of stomach butterflies in my whole life as I said, "I want to be filled with you."
"Just relax and breathe," he instructed as he began to apply pressure with his cock. I knew how to relax and receive a probe in my ass, but Christian's cock was by far the biggest thing that had ever been near my little butt. I felt his massive head stretching me tight, and I had to close my eyes tight and grit my teeth to take it. He was stretching me to the limit, and it almost began to hurt, but the rim of his head finally cleared my entrance and I felt my little anus clinch down tightly onto his shaft.
"Oh God!" I moaned, in awe of the feeling going on in my ass. Having received the head of his cock, I was still stretched pretty tight, but not painfully so. The lube was working wonderfully and he slowly sank himself into me. I could feel the rim of his head against the walls of my insides, and I could feel each vein stimulating my opening as his massive cock slid into me. Slowly and gently, he sank his wonderful dick all the way inside me, and I moaned in ecstasy at the incredible sensation of fullness I experienced as he bottomed me out.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Wonderful," I moaned.
He pressed his weight into my thankful ass, firmly pressing my flesh against him as he allowed me to get accustomed to having his cock inside me. My own cock was throbbing, and I couldn't believe how wonderful this felt! It was far better than I had ever imagined, and felt so good I could almost cry.
After staying fully seated inside me for a time, Christian slowly withdrew his cock until only his head remained inside me, and then sank into me again. The feeling of his cock in my ass was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced in my life. I could feel the extreme warmth emanating from his manhood, and it seemed to fill my entire being with him.
I couldn't believe that I was letting a man fuck me and that I was loving it! Christian began to slowly work my tight ass with his cock, and I felt my hips rocking to push my ass to meet each of his long, slow strokes. I loved the feeling of being bottomed out and having his cock pressed hard against my prostate, but I equally loved the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. I could hear myself moaning and whimpering like a girl, and I felt incredibly submissive. I could hear Christian's deep moans, and he was saying things like, "God your ass feels good, baby." I was letting another man use my body for his pleasure, and it felt deliciously wrong and naughty.
He began to pick up the pace, and I kept pushing my ass up to meet his every stroke. I couldn't believe how well I was taking his massive cock, and before long he was really fucking my ass. I was moaning and wailing, telling him how good his cock felt inside me, but I think I got just as much pleasure from knowing that my ass was making him moan just as much.
I could hear the sound of my ass slapping against him, and it felt so dirty and slutty. I had seen my share of porn movies, and I knew that I was just like one of the many women I had watched being fucked in a similar fashion. I thought of myself lying there and helplessly being fucked by a big, muscular man, and it really added to the ecstasy. I wantonly thrust my ass into him and moaned encouragement to him.
"Fuck me, Christian!" I shouted, "Fuck my tight little ass! God, your dick feels good!"
"Take that dick," he commanded, "Tell me how much you like being fucked!"
"I love it! I love being fucked in the ass!"
"You like my dick in your ass?"
"Yes, I love your dick in my ass! Fuck me, baby!"
Christian pounded away at my hungry ass, and I felt like I had been completely reborn into a wanton little butt whore. Letting Christian use me like a woman was the greatest pleasure I had ever known, and I gripped the sheets tightly as he slammed into me. He reduced me into a whimpering, moaning slut, unable to even speak intelligibly. All I could was wail and curse as he fucked me into oblivion.
My whole body was screaming for me to come, and I knew all I had to do was touch my own aching dick for it to happen. I had long reached that sensation that occurs just before climax, what is usually the point of no return, but instead of coming I remained on the precipice indefinitely. As long as Christian kept mercilessly slamming his huge dick into me, and as long as I didn't touch my own cock, I remained in this delightful purgatory of sensual torture.
I lost all sense of time and direction, only aware of the pure pleasure originating in my ass, but rocking my entire body. I was in an alternate reality where nothing mattered but my own screaming body and the body of the man filling me with his cock. The man fucking me was God. I was a slave to his magnificent cock-already addicted to the sensation of being fucked like a whore. Christian's dick was a drug on which I knew I would be forever dependent. I threw myself entirely into this reality, wanting nothing more than to be Christian's fuck toy for the rest of my life.
"Oh fuck I'm going to come!" I heard him shout. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, and I moaned loudly as he began to franticly slam himself into me. He fucked me harder and faster than before, and I could hear his climax building in his cries of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"
I reached beneath me and took my own cock in my hand. It only took about three jerks for my climax to hit hard. I wailed like a woman as my orgasm rocked my body, my desperate asshole clinching tightly onto Christian's loaded cock. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through me, starting in my ass and dick, and pulsing outward to the rest of me. I felt my anus gripping and releasing Christian's cock over and over, and this was too much for him to endure.
He yelled as his climax seized him, and he thrust himself deep into me to release his load. I could feel his hot juices filling the condom inside me, and the throbbing of his orgasmic cock drove me wild. We were both bucking and moaning wildly, feeding into one another's orgasms. My own cock shot jet after jet of semen into the sheets below me, and Christian's climax seemed as if it would never end. He thrust and thrust into me, my desperate ass clinching and milking every drop of semen out of his pulsating dick. When finally our climaxes wound down, Christian lowered himself onto me and relaxed his weight on top of me.
Remaining inside of me, he embraced me from behind and kissed me over and over on the side of my face. I wrapped my arms around his and delighted in his embrace, hoping that he was as addicted to me as I was to him. "That was wonderful," I whispered.
"Yes it was," he replied, and then added, "You are beautiful."
He kept kissing my face and neck, and without thinking I turned and let him kiss me on the mouth. It felt so natural to let his mouth engulf mine, and I saw stars as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. We kissed passionately and deeply, and I loved the way his heavy body felt on top of me. I love having his now soft cock still inside me, and the feeling of our smooth intertwined legs.
When we finished kissing, he pressed his face to mine and we just lay there and enjoyed each other's bodies. I was torn between the utter satisfaction I felt and the desperate need to know that Christian wanted to do this to me again and again. I wanted to be his sex slave, his fuck toy. I wanted him to know that my body was his to use as he saw fit. I couldn't find the words to tell him this, and I began to feel desperate. I needed him to want me. I needed him to fuck me again and again. I needed to know that he would fill me with his wonderful cock over and over, fucking me in different positions and torturing me with that pre-climax feeling that had gripped me just moments ago.
As if reading my mind, Christian put his mouth right next to my ear and whispered, "You belong to me now."
I closed my eyes and quietly whispered, "Thank you."