Battering Ram
I have to tell you about the biggest cock I've ever encountered. It sent me up the wall so high, I thought I'd never cum down. Of course, this happened a long time ago, before the need for condoms ever came up.
I usually stopped after work, at a tearoom toilet in the park near the University of Rochester, but for some reason that day, the toilet was locked up. I needed to get off bad, and I knew my wife wasn't going to be interested in helping out, because it wasn't our regular fuck date that month. I'd discovered the tearoom, after hearing a couple of guys discussing it at my health club one night. I figured it would keep my nuts from driving me crazy if I unloaded once in a while in some anonymous guy's mouth.
The first time I went there, I didn't know what to do. I stood at the urinals, and waited with my dick out. There were two cars parked outside besides mine, but I thought I was the only one in the head. There were about six or seven stalls built out of plywood, painted dark green. It wasn't until I heard one of the stall doors open, and a guy walked past me and left that I realized the action must be in the stalls. I stooped down and saw a pair of feet in the very last stall. I tucked my half hard dick away, and sauntered down to the next to last stall, and went in. There was a nice round hole in the wall, and a finger sticking through it. I lowered my pants, and stuck my seven inches through, and got siphoned by a very talented mouth. He got every drop in no time. I was buckling my belt to leave, when he stuck his hard dick through the wall. He had what looked like six inches, and I squeezed him in thanks, and left the tearoom.
It became a regular stop on my route home, and I was seldom disappointed with the outcum. It wasn't until the day I mentioned above when I found the place locked up, that things changed. I noticed a few cars parked across the road in a parking area fishermen used to get down to the Genesee river. Some of the cars looked familiar, and I thought I'd seen them parked by the tearoom. I pulled in beside them, and got out, taking my coat and tie off, and putting them in the back seat.
A path led away from the parking area, and I followed it until it split. I decided to take the branch that led toward the denser underbrush, away from the river. Soon enough that path split, and again I strolled down the one leading to darker woods. I rounded a bush, and saw two guys next to a tree.
one was leaning against the trunk, and the other on his knees, was sucking his cock. It was the first time I'd ever seen men having sex. My dick got hard watching, and after the suckee blew his wad and left, the sucker invited me to be next. I creamed his tonsils fast, because I needed to cum so badly.
I started to leave, but something tugged at me to explore a little more. I continued down the path into the dense underbrush, and eventually came out of the trees onto an abandoned railroad spur. The path I was following, led right over the tracks, and into the underbrush on the other side. If anything, the other side was even more impenetrable. I stepped over the tracks, and into the woods again, caught sight of a man watching me off to my left. When I turned toward him, he turned and walked away, disappearing immediately in the green wall of leaves. I decided to follow him.
When I saw him again, he was leaning against a tree trunk, that was well hidden under the drooping branches of the tree. All I could see, was his tennis shoes and tube socks. The rest of his body was totally obscured. When he knew I had seen him, he stepped around the thick trunk of the tree, and he might as well have been invisible. I followed the path to an entrance to this grotto, and ducked under the low hanging branches. When I stood up again, I found myself in a space large enough to move around in, and even to stand up straight, which was what my just drained cock was doing again. I'd never been more than a once a day kind of ejaculator, but something about what I was doing, made me hot for another blow job.
I stepped around the tree trunk, and was shocked to see the guy I'd seen, standing there naked with his feet spread apart, jacking the biggest dick I'd seen on a man. He was better equipped than most donkeys. I mean that cock was at least fifteen inches, and might have gone eighteen. He had a grin on his face, and offered his dick to me. I don't know what came over me, maybe the size, maybe the sexy quality of the guy himself, but I found myself dropping to my knees, and taking the head of that monster cock into my mouth. I couldn't get much into me, because I'd never had a dick of any kind in my mouth, much less a horsedick of this magnitude. I jacked on him with both my hands, and sucked his head. He whispered he needed to lay down on the ground, and I never let up on him while he repositioned himself. I played with his hammer for a long time, until he started humping my mouth, and hissed he was cumming. The first shot of his jism was nearly scalding, and I found the sensation of that huge pole pulsing and gushing into me, was a real turn on. Before he was finished draining his nuts, I was cuming again in my underwear. I loved every drop of his sticky cum, and couldn't believe I'd taken the whole load.
Afterward, while he brushed himself off, and dressed in his running shorts and tee shirt, and I cleaned the cum out of my briefs with leaves off the tree, he asked me if I was into fucking.
"Never fucked a guy before."
"No I mean, you ever been fucked?"
"Hell no. I'm no fag." I held up my wedding ring and showed him. He grinned, and held his up for me to see.
"I just wondered if you'ld like to try it with me." I eyed the bulge in his shorts, and found myself wondering what it would be like having that iron rod shoved up my ass.
"I don't have a place to do it, but maybe we could meet here." He was serious, and I found myself considering it.
"I'll think about it," I said, and ducked out from under the branches, still tasting his heady cum flavor in my mouth. I heard him say he was there every afternoon, as I walked back down the path to find my car.
Two days went past, before I got the urge to stop by the park again. The tearoom was open, and had several cars parked out front. I swung around the parking lot, and spotted one lone car parked up by the woods. I pulled in next to it, and took off my tie and jacket. I could almost feel the girth of that big cock in my hands and mouth again. I wanted to see it, touch it, take it in my mouth once more, to taste it's salty flavor.
I wasn't even sure the car in the lot was his, but I headed through the woods and over the train tracks. I didn't see a single man in the forest, and knew if he was where he said he'd be, we'd be alone. When I reached the path that branched to the tree grotto, I didn't see him, and my spirits fell. I went to the tree, and ducked under the branches. The moment I did, a young nervous kid from the University running team leaped up from his knees behind the tree trunk, and he fled past me hiding his face.
I peered into the darkness behind the trunk, and I could see the huge column of cock flesh flexing at an angle, while its owner was still invisible to me. I stepped around so he could see who it was, and he grinned.
"You came back." He reached for me, and squeezed my shoulder.
"I keep thinking about that big fucker of your's sliding between my cheeks and into my asshole."
"You want to try?" I nodded, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Soon enough, I was completely naked, and he positioned me braced against a cut off branch of the tree as thick as a man's leg, at waist height. He was carefully pushing some kind of lubrication into my butthole, and I was beginning to get into it. He had worked himself up to three fingers fucking in and out of my ass, when the University runner came back. He crept up silently, and stood there watching the preparation for my first fuck, and stepped out of his running shorts and started jacking on a respectable seven inch dick.
When humungus dick thought I was ready, he warned me he was going to try to enter me. I felt the head of the giant dick, the size of a big baking potato pressuring my assring. I tried to relax as much as possible, and slowly but surely, the thing began to slip into my channel. The young kid, crawled around the two of us, and I felt him take my cock in his mouth. I was already drooling cock snot, and he started slurping on me like mad.
My fucker, began a slow rocking in my ass. He wasn't exactly pulling out, or stroking me, but rather holding me still with his hands on my hips, and rocking us both at the same time. Gradually the pressure I was feeling in my gut, began to dissipate, and the log began to slide in deeper. My assring gave up its protest, and suddenly my hole felt like the bottomless pit. He started fucking me with long and I do mean long even strokes.
The kid sucking me, was having a field day, squeezing both mine and my fucker's nuts. He was also going to town on my stiff cock. He was moaning and groaning, and pretty soon ,my fucker had me doing the same. It got so noisy under that tree, that anybody within a block could tell exactly what was going on. I just hoped we could get finished before somebody called the cops.
The kid, had been frantically jacking his own cock, and soon enough started creaming my legs and feet. The splashes of hot spunk on my skin, brought about an intense need to cum. I fought it for as long as I could, really savoring the log in my ass, but try as I might no matter how tight I screwed my assring down in that dick, I couldn't stop from blasting the kid's mouth with spooge.
My fucker went crazy, and I think before it was over, I had every inch of that massive bone shoved into me over and over. When he came, the hot flood of his cum filled my guts with a hot spot I can still feel today if I think about it hard enough.
When it was over, we wiped our sweaty bodies down with his tee shirt, and slowly dressed again. My ass was drooling cum and lube, and I figured I was going to have a hard time explaining it to my wife when she did the laundry.
Funny thing, she never commented about the stains and smell of cum in my briefs, no matter how many times I came home reeking of sex. He and I became a regular scene in the grotto, and soon, my asshole didn't need as much preparation, and I could take him in with less and less lube.
His wife left him for a man with a much smaller dick, I know, because I sucked him off several times in the tearoom, before they closed it for good.
My fucker, who knows about this story, has asked me not to reveal his name, still works at the University. He never remarried after his divorce, but he has a devoted friend in me and my asshole. We get together three or four nights a week and he fucks my brains out.
My wife moved on as well about seven years ago. She never asked for a divorce, and I never bothered. I figured I was through with women, and that little band of gold on my ring finger keeps the female predators at bay, and me and big cock, can have our cock and eat it too. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
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