"JESUS CHRIST!!!" he exclaimed, shoving my head back, off his still throbbing cock. He didn't take his hands off my head, steadying himself, like he had before, when he knees started to buckle about the time his cumload started blasting down my throat.
His beautiful horsecock wasn't more than a foot or so in front of my face, a beautiful sight – huge both in length and girth, straight and veiny and evenly proportioned from his black pubes to the ridiculously sized purple helmet head, which I marveled seeing it that I'd gotten it down my throat. As he panted and struggled for breath, and as I let my eyes wander to his beautifully-proportioned body, my eyes were caught by a large glob of cum oozing out his cockhead, and, since he was steadying himself with his grip on my head more than holding me off, I went in for another quick lick-suck to capture that additional man juice. He gasped and his body shuddered, yelling some expletive and grabbing at what hair he could grip on my head and yanking me off . . . again. But aside from rather liking that, I'd got what I wanted, another taste of him.
This time I moved back on my own, settling on my haunches, looking up at him, his body still heaving. And what a body it was. Tall, like me, him about six-four, well-defined athletic body covered with a light coating of black fur which in the middle of his chest, between his pecs, had a slight sheen of sweat which made me hungry to lick it off him. Aside from an enormous cock and huge low-hangers which were still pulled up now from his climax I noticed he was quite handsome, too. I'd barely taken note of that when I first saw him in the building security camera and, in my own defense, by the time he got to my apartment I was so focused on his cock and the bulge was so prominent in his slacks that I went straight to work.
"DUDE," he began, "You are one amazing cocksucker!" He let his eyes wander over me. "And you look fucking HOT, dude, much hotter than your photo," he added.
"HA!" I countered. You asked me for a full bod pic before you'd agree to let me suck that monster you call a cock. I gave you my best pic bud, and now all you can see is my torso, so I'll take that as a helluva compliment!"
He took a step toward me and reached out and ran his hand up over my left shoulder cap and along the side of my neck, which sent a shiver through me, all the while his eyes locked with mine. "I should have asked for a face pic, cuz that face is something I could gaze at forever, dude."
At that I blushed and looked away, wondering as I did it because I didn't realize I even knew how to blush. "Well, uh, thanks, man," I stammered.
"We could probably go to names here, given you just sucked my cock, don't you think?"
I looked back up from his cock, which is where my attention landed when I had blushed, and he was smiling. A damn nice smile, actually, almost as hot as his grimace when his balls were blasting his seed down my needy throat. I couldn't help but grin back. "Mads, that's my name, although you could have read that on the security panel downstairs I guess," I said, inwardly kicking myself for being so lame.
Fortunately I noticed that his cock was leaking more post-cum (my own term), so I had something to do with my lame self. I reached out, grabbed his still-hard cock and moved in and slurped the new cum off his. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he exclaimed, but this time he didn't push me off. And I didn't move off it, rather I took it all in, as I'd done before, forcing the obscene length and girth of him in until he was in my throat again and my nose was inhaling his pube sweat again. FUCK he was HOT!
He put his hands on my shoulders and let his hands rub over my neck, shoulders and upper back muscles. It was almost as good as the feel of his cock in my mouth and throat! I reached up and took his big balls in my hand and began massaging them as he'd apparently loved earlier, and he rewarded me with a throb of his enormous tool in my throat and a long moan-sigh.
His moan invoked mine, and when he felt the vibration on his cock, his hands clenched on my shoulders and another "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" echoed through my high-ceilinged loft.
I was working that pole as I had the first time – purposefully, determinedly and eagerly – again caught up in the delight of a hot hard man who needed relief. His sweaty lightly-furred balls were my one hand's plaything, my other hand on his ass-cheek, ensuring that cock was readily slurpable because he couldn't escape without a fight. He wasn't fighting.
His scent got stronger as his sweat built, and I was becoming intoxicated from that as much as I was from the feel of his cock being as hard as steel again and that gargantuan head thropping into my throat and plopping out again like a drain plunger. I was in the fucking ZONE! And I was working that cock like he hadn't just pumped about a pint of seed out of his big horsenuts and down my throat already.
"HEY!" he suddenly said, and he gently pushed my head back until just that tennis-ball-sized head was filling my mouth. "Mads, can we slow down a minute, man?" he said, looking down at me.
I pulled off him, reluctantly, and I figured maybe I'd been wrong about him being a two-shooter (at least). I went to go back on my hauches again, but he caught me and pulled me up so I was standing. That presented a momentary challenge, as my own rather large hardon was caught in a bad position inside my jeans. I flinched and awkwardly worked to adjust myself.
He laughed. "Here, let me," he said, and he reached down and unbuttoned and opened my jeans, then pushed them down, along with my boxer briefs. He'd bent over and had them at my ankles and looked up at me and said, "Let me." I did, now my one hand on his beefy shoulder, lifting one foot off the ground for him to pull my jeans off that leg.
I was now as naked facing him as he had been after he took off his clothes when he'd gotten himself comfortable for me to blow him. "Really hot, Mads," he said with his hands running up from my thighs to my pecs. I didn't blush that time, but I felt my cock twitch and meet his, shaft against shaft, we were that close. "Joe here, by the way," he said, gazing directly into my eyes again.
And then he began rubbing my nipples with each of his thumbs, and the shiver I felt was more like a bolt of electricity. He noticed and chucked lightly and continued working my nips, stepping in a bit closer, close enough that the head of my cock was in his groin and his in mine. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I exclaimed, closing my eyes, and I reached out and grasped our parallel cocks with one hand and his balls with my other.
"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK you know how to handle a man, Mads," he said breathily.
"And so far all you've seen is my hands and my mouth!" I retorted reflexively.
"Oh?" Joe said, tweeking each of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!" I exclaimed, finishing it off with, "You fucking know it!"
He leaned in, and I didn't move toward him to kiss him but didn't move away either. He moved his head to slightly to the side at the last minute and brought his face cheek to cheek with mine, until I felt his breath on my neck. Into my ear he growled, "You wouldn't be a cock-tease now would you Mads?" he whispered in a deep husky version of his voice, and he began tweeking my nipples rhythmically.
I was momentarily incapacitated with the pleasure of his touch, and the deep rasp of his voice just added to the excitement, along with his warm breath on my ear and neck. I said into his ear, at normal voice, "I'd point out that I've proved I'm not a cock-tease, but for sake of expediency I'll state it plainly, Joe. FUCK ME!"
Joe's body shivered and his breath caught when I said it, and his cock throbbed in my hand. He just stood that way, working my nips as I worked his balls and squeezed our cocks, and I figured he was debating with himself. After all, on Grindr he'd been explicit about wanting head, nothing more. I was thinking I had overplayed my hand.
At length I started to move away, and he wrapped his arms around me and held me. "Would you mind if I make a phone call?" he said quietly into my ear.
I moved to separate us, and he relaxed his embrace. I was surprised I was as unhappy as I was when we were fully parted. "Take your time, Joe. I'll give you some privacy to talk to whoever it is," I said, unintentionally sounding accusatory, surprising me even more. "I mean—" I started.
He quickly closed the gap between us and put one big hand incongruously tentatively on my neck and cheek. "It's not like that—" he began, this time getting cut off by me.
"Look, Joe, sorry, I didn't mean anything," I said quickly. I really want you to fuck me. That's the long and the short of this, so if you still want to fuck me, then make that call, and let's get to it!"
"I, uh," he started, but he stopped. Instead, he just turned and headed to his slacks. I started to leave the room, and he said, "No need to go anywhere, Mads," as he punched in the security code on his phone. I stopped short and just stood there.
He had the phone at his ear and waiting. DAMN his big bunched bicep and his torso muscles all defined was as hot a sight as that still-hard monster cock of his. "Hey man," he said into the phone. AH, so he's not married, he's got a boyfriend, I thought. "Yeah, about that. Would you make my excuses? I'm not feeling so great. No, I've got everything here I need, thanks anyway," he said, throwing a grin my way. "Yeah I'm sure I'll be fine for the meeting in the morning. Thanks I appreciate it," he said and punched his phone.
"Well," I said, with a leer. "Sounds like we can take the time to enjoy it!"
"Oh, I plan to enjoy this, man do I plan to enjoy this," he said, enthusiastically, and moved toward me.
We were still in my apartment's front hall, the urgency of desire having kept us there, me on my knees, him standing, while I'd blown him. He stepped up to face me and then pressed himself against me, his hands gripping my ass. Our chests and groins were together, and I knew my cock was hardening again from the promise of his grip on my ass. "You want to do it here in the hall?" I snarked, waggling my eyebrows at him. "Or how about we go enjoy my oversized bed?"
He gave each of my asscheeks a firm squeeze, and I was sure then that he was hard again, too. "Sounds like a plan, Mads," he grinned.
It wasn't far to my bedroom, but by the time we got there we'd both exhausted our patience, and we were on each other with purpose. Our bodies ground together and our hands were all over each other as we stumbled and somehow managed to end up in a heap on my bed.
The way we'd landed Joe was in a great position to pin me on my back and was chewing on my nipples, first one and then the other. I was writhing and moaning instantly, clawing at his back and butt, pulling at him to keep him on me. Fortunately Joe had no intention of getting off me.
I reached up under him and grabbed his huge fuckpole and squeezed insistently, which got me a long deep growl around my left nipple between his teeth. "WANT THIS!" I demanded between my moans and with my other hand took hold of his big hanging sac and gave it a squeeze too. That got me a howl-like growl from him.
Joe let go of his bite on my nipple and licked up the cleft between my pecs and up my sweaty neck to my chin. He nibbled on my chin and looked up into my eyes. "I want to take my time and enjoy you, Mads, to enjoy all of you."
I gave his massive balls another squeeze, watching his face grimace and his eyes roll back, and I felt a glob of his precum fall on my groin. FUCKN HOT! screamed through my mind, and his growl ended in my own long moan. "I want," I panted, "All of THIS," I said and squeezed his throbbing fuckpole hard and felt his body spasm and another glob of precum plopped near my own drooling cock.
I scooped up his precum off me and rubbed it around his massive cockhead, lubing it good, and then pushed it down and brought my knees up around his delts, pushing my hole against his head. His eyes glazed, and his body tensed. I could tell he was torn, his juicing cockhead being rubbed against and around my pucker, me milking his lube out of that fuckpole and lubing me. "Shouldn't we—" he started, but I pulled his cock and pushed my ass right at that moment and forced that weapon of ass destruction into me, biting back my own shriek of pain.
I was stretched beyond my limit, at least beyond anything I'd taken lately, his cockhead so impossibly gigantic, just inside my screaming ass, clenching around it spasmodically, the big flange of that head lodged inside my constricted ring. I had both of my hands on his ass now, grappling to pull him into me, and he was obviously holding back. "FUCK ME!" I demanded, my eyes burning up into his.
"I—" he started, but I cut him off with another push up into him and his fuckspear drove into me another inch or so. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he exclaimed around a gasp.
I reached around and got some of my precum which had puddled on my abs and slathered around the many inches of his gargantuan cock which was about to impale me. "C'mon, Joe, FUCK ME!" I demanded, my eyes like laser beams on his.
Then I saw his indecision and reticence leave him, and his muscles tensed differently, the way an athlete prepares to invoke his musculature in anticipation of the starting gun. And apparently it went off in his head, because he gripped my knees and pulled them back and DROVE into me HARD and deep, must have been the remaining seven or eight inches of him because I felt his pubes ground into my asscheeks. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed from the invasion, the through going through my mind that he'd likely ripped my insides apart . . . but really caring only about getting fucked by that monster dick attached to the hunk sweating and grimacing over me.
Joe started to say something I could have bet was going to be to ask me if I was OK – maybe the scream of pain, but with that rhino-cock, he had to be used to it! – but I averted that by growling, "JUST FUCK ME!" though my clenched teeth. So he did . . . and not with a build-up, but from that stopped start to full on DRILLING me.
The juxtaposition between the intensity of the pain and the excitement of the fuck was so extreme it took all my control to force myself to breathe and relax around the pounding horsecock ripping me open. Concentrating on the flexes and rolls of Joe's studly torso as he pounded me, I also forced myself to accept him inside me and began fucking back into his thrusts.
This energized him, as he reached up and grabbed my one shoulder with his big hand to get more leverage and increased the force of his thrusts into me, causing my excitement to ignite to a higher level still. Without warning he brought hand around the back of my neck and pulled me up hard as he leaned down and shoved our lips together.
Kissing isn't something I do . . . usually . . . but the pure animal intensity of him devouring my lips, forcing his tongue inside as he drove his cock into me caught me up in it, and I clamped a hand on the back of his head and dueled tongues with him as I used every muscle I had to fuck back into him and to milk his cock inside me. I realized I was excited way beyond what I'd thought, and I felt my balls brimming and about to explode only a second or two before my body started spasming uncontrollably as my cock pumped and pumped, my cum streaming over the both of us, up onto his chest and face and across my own.
Each thrust made my every nerve ending fire along with the already-overcharged sensations of my climax, and my moan was long and loud and mirrored my prolonged agonized ecstasy as my body's sensation overload flowed. Finally ebbing, I realized I'd been biting Joe's lip as I came, and I tasted his blood. As I released his lip from my bite I could see he was grinning, albeit with determination, as he continued to slam fuck me. GOD his torso's muscular undulations were amazing. Almost as amazing as his huge fucking cock was, relentlessly reaming my insides.
I channeled all my concentration into my assmuscles, as over-capacity as they were, working his cock, milking it, and I leaned up and began to chew on his nipples. I felt his cock throb inside me when I bit the first nipple, and again as I chewed it and pulled it, then I alternated and felt him drive into me harder, grinding impossibly harder against my ass each time he slammed into me.
His big balls had been pounding into my butt but were now only tickling it as he ground his cockroot into me at the end of each thrust, and I could see by his clenched jaw he was close . . . and determined. I redoubled my efforts to milk that marauding python he was slamming inside me and slamming my ass up into him, my abs aching from the exertion, the pain searing the front of my guts like the pain of his mammoth member ripping my insides.
Just when I was thinking Joe might be the one to outmatch me, I felt the thickness of him increase, both the already butt-wrecking head reaming my fuckchute and his fuckpole, the veins scraping my insides harder as his shaft went from steel to titanium. I toughed it and SQUEEZED him inside me and was rewarded with a guttural cry as his body tensed, suddenly isolating his pelvis as the only part of him moving, still slamming me like an unstoppable reflex. "FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!" he yelled, as I reached up and pinched both his nipples as I felt his cumhose start to pump inside me, the heat of his seed splashing DEEP in me. And then he was bucking and his head was thrashing, but I kept up my assmuscle work on his cock, feeling him spasm with every squeeze, all the while his essence blasting into me as his nuts drained.
God I loved that part – when my top loses control completely and delivers into me his seedload. His spasms, his exclamations, his fluids – his seed pumping inside, his sweat running, his spit spraying amid his shouts – on me and in me, his incapacity in the throes of his enjoyment of me . . . and mine of him.
He collapsed onto me with a thud, and I wrapped my arms around his sweaty back and inhaled the scent of him as I bit his neck and rubbed the side of my face against his to share our sweat. His chest was heaving on me, and his cock was still inside me, very slowly deflating. He struggled to speak, to make words into my shoulder through his gasps for breath. "I . . . we . . . we shouldn't have . . . "
I knew what he was saying, but I wasn't going to play into it. "Which part?" I asked into his ear with a laugh, as I petted his sweaty hair and down his sweaty neck.
He didn't try to speak again to respond, but his body responded by trying to pull out of me. I was not making that easy for him, either, clenching on him, holding him inside me by surprising him with the resistance. "Oh, that part," I said quietly, but I held him tight against me, and he relaxed again. "Enjoy it, Joe; keep enjoying it," I said.
In response, Joe pulled his head back and kissed me again, this time aggressively but not with the need and hunger of earlier. He got his arms around me, and we kissed like that, long and deep. It really wasn't my thing, but we both felt my cock hardening between us because it really was quite stimulating and intense.
I ground my cock into his groin and squeezed his cock inside me harder. He broke the kiss with a laugh. "You're amazing, but even as amazing as you are, I'll need more time before I can go again, Mads."
He quickly pecked my lips with his and then made quick work of jumping out of and off me, surprising me. "Awwwww," I pouted, as he landed next to me, against me on his back with his left arm on my side over his eyes.
I inhaled deeply of his sweat and our sex, my nose devouring the scents the way I'd devoured his first load when I blew him. And my eyes devoured the length of his body, from his bulging bicep on the arm covering his eyes, down across his beautifully muscled torso to that big fat flaccid snake of a firehose he'd fucked me with, his big furry now-drained balls and down his strongly muscular legs to his big caveman feet. A big heave of his chest brought my thoughts away from my lascivious aesthetic indulgence. "Joe," I started, but I stopped when I saw his body react to my voice a bit . . . defensively.
I waited, and at length Joe uncovered his face and turned on his side next to me. "I don't usually . . . " he started, but he trailed off.
"I'm negative, Joe, if that's what you're worried about."
His face lost the regret and replaced it with a half-guilty smirk. "What I meant was--" he said tentatively enough for me to jump in.
"You have someone" I stated.
"Uh, no, of course not!" he said, with a little self-righteousness creeping into his tone. There was a long pause, because I'm not used to being wrong. "What I meant was," he continued through a deep breath, "I don't usually do this." I stayed quiet. "I mean . . . " he said and stopped, a bit agitated with the discomfort of the admission. I moved my head to his, turning my face so I could kiss his shoulder, and I put my hand on his ridged abdomen, feeling his six-pack heave with his agitated breathing. With a deep breath he finally said, "I don't usually hook-up like this."
I rubbed his abs and chuckled. "Oh, THAT's what you don't usually," I said, lightly mocking him. He tensed, but not much. "So two things about that, Joe," I added, my hand still rubbing his abs.
"Two?" he asked, moving so that he maneuvered his arm under my shoulder and neck and held me against him.
"Yeah, two things," I answered and waited a beat, until he squeezed my shoulder and pulled me to him tighter. "First, don't you find it a bit ironic that you're feeling like you need to confess your slutty behavior to a guy who basically turned a quick blow-and-go into a wild fucksession, practically raping your cock?" That got the desired result – a guffaw from him – and emboldened me. I moved my hand lower, across his groin and his beautiful big soft cock and took his balls in a firm but gentle grip. "Second," I continued, squeezing lightly and being rewarded with a catch in his breathing and a moan of enjoyment, "Aren't you glad you picked me to do this once-in-a-lifetime thing with?"
At that he laughed full on. "Once in a lifetime might be a bit of an exaggeration," he said, continuing to laugh. "I'm no saint, and I'm definitely no virgin."
"What you are, Joe, is a stud, and I believe in enjoying life, not regretting it."
He took a deep breath and held me close. "You have a point there, Mads," he finally said.
"So, I said, "About that recovery time," and I gave his nuts a tweak that gave me his cock's response, the one I'd hoped for. "How are we doing on that?"
"Good thing I told my coworker I wouldn't see them until the morning," he said.
He barely made his meeting the next morning.