WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphicsex between consenting males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental.
Dylan on Top (or alternatively, Tim Gets Fucked)
by Mikey Mark
My name is Tim and I like to get fucked. While this has been true for most of my life, I never fully understood what that really meant until I met a dude named Dylan. I was just twenty years old and going to college at the time. I met him at a gay nightclub in the big city - which was located about half-way between my college town and my hometown. I was often driving back and forth between the two and would, where I could, drop into one of the gay bars in that I'd heard or read about but never had the guts to visit.
My cherry got popped back when I was fifteen years old, compliments of some kind young man I met at the local shopping mall, so I wasn't a virgin by any standard, but I was definitely still in the closet while going to college since I needed my family's support to pay for the whole thing. Living in the closet is definitely not a very good way to deal with a bad case of teenage hormones. On the bright side, I had a very strong left arm.
Being rather a shy, quiet and passive type, and generally being attracted to older, stronger and bigger guys than myself, you can be sure I've had my fair share of cocks up my butt. No matter who I'm with, it always seems as though I end up bent over or face down and legs spread - whether I'm into it or not. I'm not complaining though - I'm guess I'm naturally submissive and actually get into doing things just because someone else wants me to. As a teenager, I considered this evidence of an open heart and free sexual spirit, but Dylan taught me that it really was just because I was a natural born cum slut who wanted to be used.
Certainly, that was the farthest thing from my mind when I stood there cruising this hot dude at the club. Dylan was a few years older than I was, perhaps twenty-five or so. He stood about six foot tall with a lean, hard body and rippled torso, long shoulder length dark brown hair, a longish face with a fairly large nose and a wide mischievous lop-sided smile. And of course he ignored me completely. But then I saw him at the urinals downstairs, he pulled out a big and very thick cock and pissed like a racehorse. The sight of it was almost unbelievable. It made my cock hard, my heart race and my knees weak.
So an hour later I was in a taxi with Dylan and going back to his place after the club. I was practically a zombie. I my head was spinning from several drinks and I was still in awe of Dylan. I'd been dreaming and fantasizing about doing it with a guy with a 'big one' ever since I first thought about guys having cocks, and there I was going home with this hot looking guy who definitely had a big one. All I could think about was, how big would it be and would I be able to handle it. Despite my passion, I'd never really been with any guy with a dick bigger than seven inches so it was kinda scary.
In the elevator going up to his apartment, Dylan took the opportunity to practically molest me on the spot, leaving me all flustered and half-dressed when the elevator doors opened. Thankfully there was no one in the hallways as I shuffled off behind Dylan wondering what I'd gotten myself into but still all excited as you wouldn't believe. Once inside Dylan's apartment I was 'ordered' to strip to my underwear. I felt a bit humiliated the way Dylan was just ordering me around like that - but at the same time, my cock was as hard as a rock and making a small wet spot in my underwear. We had a couple more drinks, with me just sitting like that before we started to make out laying on the couch. Since I started with only my underwear on, it didn't take long before I was totally naked while Dylan was still fully clothed.
That was when Dylan started to go down on me. I was half-drunk and so once I felt Dylan's mouth on my cock I just laid back and relaxed to enjoy it. It didn't take long. Just as I got close to orgasm, Dylan stopped, waited and then went at my balls. That had me moaning like crazy. Then he went lower with his tongue and pushed my knees up to my chest. That position felt really vulnerable, but Dylan's tongue up my ass was a feeling too good to protest. I didn't know how much one could love getting rimmed and Dylan was an expert.
After a while he had me turn around so that I had my butt facing him on all fours, doggie-style, while we were still on the couch. In that position Dylan alternated between his tongue and his fingers up my ass. I was a complete babbling idiot, moaning like a cheap whore while he teased my butt-hole I knew I was going to get fucked and I wanted it.
Dylan told me to get up and go to the bedroom. He followed me there and told me to lie down and prepare to get fucked while he undressed himself. I didn't know what to do so I just laid face down with my legs spread. I was soon rewarded with a squirt of cool gel on my exposed butt-hole, followed by a couple of fingers. Dylan took his time about it too - literally fucking me with his fingers until I was totally relaxed. But there was no way I could ever have been relaxed enough for Dylan's dick. It was nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. I'd never seen any cock even half that big, but there I was laying there about to be fucked by that monster.
Dylan was obviously an experienced fucker because he fucked my ass like an expert. First he popped the head inside - which made me squeal with pain - but then pulled it out almost as quickly as it went in. I took a few deep breaths to recover as the waves of pain receded. Dylan added more lube and pushed it back inside me. He managed to get about three or four inches inside, and then he pulled out again. The next time he pushed it in, it didn't hurt so much. That time he didn't pull out - he just laid there on top of me, breathing on the back of my neck, not moving, just waiting. It was unbelievable. My butt-hole was stretched beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I could barely speak or say anything. I tried to tell him that it hurt and to beg him to take it out, but my voice was so feeble, it was little more than a whimper of my own surrender.
Dylan waited it out. After a few minutes I gave up my squirming and wiggling around trying to free myself from his grip and just laid there. He was larger and so much stronger than I was. I wasn't really trying to escape - my body was just struggling to adjust to the massive intrusion. Eventually, my sphincter relaxed its vice-grip on his cock and I felt my body relax a bit. I spread my legs a bit wider to ease the pressure. Dylan used the new found freedom of movement to slide the rest of his cock all the way up my ass. I didn't think that was possible.
At that moment I could think of nothing except but that big thick cock inside my ass and Dylan was starting to pump back and forth ever so slowly. I'd been fucked before, but it was nothing like this experience. If the sheer unbelievable pressure of having one's butt-hole stretched to the maximum wasn't enough, having that big fat cock sliding back and forth was just plain overwhelming. My mind was mush - my identity was lost - I was just the life-support-system for an orifice getting fucked. And that was before he made me roll over onto my back.
Once on my back, Dylan pressed my knees back against my chest and aimed his big cock at my hole. I could just see the size of it before it disappeared inside my body. It felt sweet - like a long lost part of me was back - until I felt all of Dylan's weight upon me and that last inch found its way home. My voice jumped a couple of octaves and I started thrashing my arms around, but Dylan was a man on a mission and was too close to orgasm to care about my objections. He was grunting and started to really pound my ass and I totally lost it. I was wailing and begging him to fuck me hard. My whole body was quivering with a rising orgasm - I'd never felt anything like it - I swear I was just about to cum without anything touching my cock - just from the force of Dylan fucking me like that - and then Dylan suddenly stopped.
He started to pull his dick out very slowly. I was in terror. I was on the edge of an incredible 'hands-free' orgasm and Dylan had stolen the thunder. Just as soon as he stopped pounding my ass with his cock, the feeling started to recede. I went nuts, wrapping my arms around Dylan and pulling him back towards me, smothering his face with mad passionate kisses while begging him to please keep fucking me. Dylan just let out a nasty evil sounding laugh, drew himself up and threw his big thick cock back inside me all the way in one powerful thrust and proceeded to fuck my brains out at a ferocious pace.
I don't know who made more noise, but I soon experienced my first 'anal' orgasm (and facial) as my dick started twitching. It felt a bit different than a regular orgasm, but it was pretty much the same pins & needles, toe-curling, wave of orgasmic pleasure followed by a mess of cum splattering my own face and chest shot from point blank range while Dylan continued to fuck me with my knees pressed back against my shoulders and my feet in the air. Once Dylan saw that I was making such a mess, he redoubled his efforts and threw all of his weight into it and soon shot his own load and collapsed on top of me.
As we laid there, I seriously wondered if my butt was damaged. I expected it to be a bleeding mess - or that I might need diapers after that. It sure as heck felt like that as Dylan pulled his dick out and headed off to the washroom. When he came out, I got up and walked to the toilet to clean myself up. Thankfully no blood.
I ended up sleeping with Dylan that night in his bed, exhausted after the workout. I woke up the next morning with Dylan rubbing the head of his greased up cock along the crack of my ass. I protested, but by then it was half inside me and I was still only half-awake so I just laid there face down while Dylan took me for an early morning ride. It was sweet and slow and very sexy. I guess my butt-hole was still stretched out from the night before. After a while my dick got hard and I started bucking my hips, trying to get the same orgasmic feeling I had the night before. But Dylan just laughed at me and said he was going to fuck me slow and easy this time and proceeded to do so - agonizingly slow. I just laid there and took it. When Dylan was done, we both just fell back asleep.
In the morning, after showering and eating a fantastic breakfast that Dylan cooked, we had coffee out on the balcony. It was a lovely day and I had to get going to my parents house to help do some yard work while the weather was still warm. Just as I got up to leave, Dylan wrote out his telephone number on a piece of paper. We started kissing, but Dylan wouldn't give me the little piece of paper. We were standing in the hall by the front door and Dylan told me that if I wanted his phone number, I'd have to drop my pants and play with my cock. It was totally silly, but since we were kissing and making out, my cock was already totally hard, so I did it. Stupid boy.
Once my jeans were down around my ankles, Dylan used his superior size and weight advantage to knock me off my feet and onto the floor. He had the KY right there which was crazy since it meant that he'd planned this. Next thing you know, I'm getting my ass fucked - AGAIN - right there in the hallway of Dylan's apartment - fully dressed this time with even my shoes and jacket on. Dylan didn't seem to care. He had me on all fours doggie-style on the floor and was giving it to me. Once he had the monster cock up my ass I couldn't' think straight and it was all I could to do just remain conscious and enjoy the ride.
It was a nice ride too. Dylan didn't waste much time, pounding me hard and fast in the bright early afternoon sunshine. Just as I started to get close to that feeling, Dylan said he was cumming and started slam-fucking me into the carpet. He then pulled out his cock, stood up, pulled up his pants and then pulled me to my feet as I tried to stuff my raging hard-on into my pants. Dylan gave me a warm passionate kiss good-bye, gave me that little piece of paper with his number and then pushed me out the door of his apartment. I stood in the hallway in a blaze of sunshine and a daze of confusion - my cock was still hard as a rock and I could feel hot cum leaking out of my painfully throbbing butt-hole
Could this be love? I wasn't sure, but whatever it was, I wanted more of it.