Breaking & Entering
The South, was always attractive to me as a place to live. I realized I was gay while I was in school at the University of Chicago, and picked the hot South over the cold frigid North after my degree was handed to me. Being a newly employed person for the first time in my life, I didn't have much in the way of valuables, so I don't exactly know what could have attracted the intruder who broke into my little apartment a few nights ago.
I wasn't home at the time. I'd stepped out to grab a bite to eat, and came home in less than an hour to find my dresser drawers standing open, and my photograph collection spread out on my futon mattress. I could smell the odor of fresh cum the minute I opened the door, having cleaned enough of it off myself after jerking off as much as I did. Several of my photos of sexy nude men had been ruined by big gobs of cum, that still felt warm to the touch.
I saved as many pictures as I could, straightened up the mess the intruder had left, and went to bed shaking. Partially from fear, and partly from anger. I'm not a large person, and have basically what has been described as a swimmer's build. If this guy ever decided to come back, I could be in real trouble.
It was three nights later, when it happened. I couldn't yet afford an air conditioner, and had my window open with my little fan in front of it to pull as much of the night coolness into my cramped room as possible. I'm on the second floor, and the open window didn't have a balcony, so I figured I was safe enough. Besides, the room was stifling when it was closed up completely.
I'd been asleep for about two hours, and the noises on the street outside had started to abate, so it must have been a little after midnight. I suddenly came wide awake, with a large hand pressed firmly over my mouth. Something sharp and pointed was pricking the skin of my neck.
"Scream cocksucker, I'll cut your throat." I nodded that I understood, and felt the sweat prickle out on my scalp.
The man in my room, was naked, except for his knife. Where had he come from that he could get around without clothes?
"You a fag?" I wondered if he was going to kill me, but I was truthful when I nodded. "Good. I'm going to fuck you in the ass. I don't want you screaming or nothing. Straight guys always scream, but you fags like my big ol' dick up your butts."
"Will you use a condom?" I whispered, trembling under his weight.
"What da you think; I want to catch something?"
"Can I lube myself?"
"With what?"
"I've got some in this drawer." I started to pull the drawer open before I'd thought about it. He suddenly kicked it shut, kicking my hand out of the way at the same time.
"You got a gun in there?" He pricked my neck again with his knife. I could feel his massive hardon growing between us. He was getting excited by the violence.
"No I gasped. Just a tube of lube."
"I know it. I used it the other night when I jerked off on your pictures."
"That was you?" I felt him nod in the dark. My mind raced.
"Man," I whispered, afraid to speak outloud, that it might excite him more.
"You have some fine tasting cum." I hoped I was playing on his ego.
"You ate it?"
"Geez yes. You don't think any self respecting faggot would let such a delicious mess go to waste do you?"
"Man. I never thought about it." He was silent for a few moments, and finally, he took the knife away, and put it out of sight on the floor. "You want some from the hose?"
"You mean suck you?"
"Yeah, I mean suck me." He raised off me, and put his big legs on either side of my chest. He pointed his big bone at my mouth, and pressed it into me. It was bigger than anything I'd experienced before, and I had trouble doing anything more than tonguing the head and glans.
"Oh man, suck it faggot." He tried pushing more of his hardness into me, but I began to gag and thrash around. Finally, he pulled it out of my mouth.
"What's the matter. I thought you liked cock?"
"You're gagging me. I can't breathe this way. Let me up, and you lay down on the bed, and you'll see how much I like cock." He rolled off me, put his big hand on my neck, and forced me to get back to the business at hand. I had no choice but to give him the best working over I knew how. Soon enough, he was grunting and groaning under my tongue. I felt him stiffen, and jacked his shaft with my hand a few times. He grabbed my head with both his hands, and forced my mouth over the head of his throbbing cock, just as it shot the first rope of sticky cum. I felt it blast the back of my throat, stinging in its salty sourness. I swallowed it and ten more like it, before he relaxed his his grip on my head.
"That was good faggot. I might come see you more often for that kind of treatment." I was hoping if I could make him cum, he'd lose interest in fucking me. The size of his fuck tool scared me. It was a long as my forearm, and bigger around.
"Now, get your lube out and grease your asshole. I'm gonna pump you full of cream." Oh geez, I started shivering, but crawled to the bedside stand and got my tube of lube. I squeezed a huge amount on my hand, and slathered my hole with it trying to make it a slick as possible. The rest, I held while he pulled a massive rubber over the knob of his cock, As big as the condom was, it only covered the first third of his meat pole. I slathered him with the remaining goop, and whimpered as he probed my ass with a finger the size of most of the cocks I'd experienced to date. I hadn't had many of those either. I was still tight and pretty much inexperienced.
"Can I sit on you first, before you put it into me? It might tear me open."
"Sure kid. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to get off." I climbed onto his massive chest, feeling like Queequig on the great white whale. I could feel his massive boner riding up between my ass cheeks.
"You'll have to stand up, to get down on my cock." I was shaking as I did as he said. I felt the massive tool slip down my crack, and I was standing almost fully erect, before the flaring head slid between my legs, and was aimed at my hole. I paused for a moment, and took several deep breaths. I relaxed as much as I could, and began to slide onto the knob. My assring throbbed and contracted in protest, but I kept up a steady pressure hoping to get the worst over with as soon as possible.
The massive head pushed through my relaxing sphincter, and I could feel the flaring glans trapped on the inside of my assring. I relaxed more, and an inch of his rigid column pushed into me. He groaned, and I realized I wasn't breathing. I took a deep rattling breath, and pushed myself down hard. I must have gained four inches, and came to a stop as if my protesting asshole wouldn't take anymore.
"Oh man," he moaned. "You got one tight pussyass." He put his huge hands on my hips, and pulled me down further on him. I started squirming and gasping for breath. He stopped.
"You ready to fuck?" He sat up on the bed, and threw his legs over the side. Before I knew what was happening, he had me lifted up, and he was standing with me impaled on his huge dick. He walked to the dresser, and with one swipe of his massive bear paw, cleared the top of my toiletries. He laid me back on the hard surface wood, and leaned over me.
I felt him pull out of me a few inches, and found myself gasping again as he pushed back inside. He did this a few times slowly, and I gradually realized I could accommodate his massive pole if I stayed relaxed. He took a stroke, and for the first time, pleasure flooded my frame.
I threw my arms around his neck, and pushed my butt down on him as hard as I could. He was soon stroking into me with long even thrusts that rubbed the giant head of his cock over my sensitive prostate. He soon had me oozing great gobs of precum onto my belly.
His thrusting grew more intense, and I knew he was getting close to coming again. I could feel my own ejaculation drawing near. Finally, he plunged into me with a series of short sharp thrusts, and went rigid. I could feel the massive volume of his cum searing my guts through the thin walls of his condom. I realized I was also popping my load between us.
"Oh baby, oh baby," he moaned over and over, as he humped his load into me.
We lay like that for a long time, while he slowly went soft. Finally, his flaccid cock flopped out of my butt, and my stretched hole winked a couple of times and closed with a little sputter of lube.
He stood up finally, and pulled the filled condom off his limp penis. He tied a knot in the huge thing, and handed it to me. I took it and felt the weight of his cream. I marveled that I'd had his monster tool inside my body.
"Can I come see you again baby?" He was contrite, and his voice was almost pleading. I thought about it for a moment, weighing what he'd done to me, against what I'd gotten out of the experience. I didn't think of my self as a size queen, but after being penetrated by his massive bone, I doubted if anything smaller would satisfy me again.
"Of course,"I said, "But you have to tell me two things first."
"What?"
"What your name is, and how you got into my room."
"Gene," he said, and then stood up and walked to my window. "watch this," he said, and put his size fifteen foot onto my window sill. He hoisted himself up and through the window. I stuck my head out and watched, as he stretched himself up the wall, and grasped the sill of the window on the third floor. He pulled his massive body up the side of the building, and lifted a leg over the sill and disappeared into the room above mine.
His head reappeared grinning down at me. He saluted me with three fingers, and then paused with the one he'd forced into my asshole, and took a deep sniff of my odor. He smiled again, and waved. I went back to my futon feeling like I'd had enough cock to last a month, and fell into a sound sleep. I wasn't afraid anymore. With Gene as my fuck buddy and guardian, I wouldn't have to worry about rapists and thieves period.
He's been true to his word, and has been to see me every night since that night. His massive sperm factories produce so much juice, he has to get off at least twice a night to stay happy. So far, I'm enjoying keeping him happy.
Oh yeah, I convinced him to start using the door instead of the window. I wouldn't want him to slip and fall and maybe hurt himself. We are talking about pooling our resources and moving into a larger apartment together soon. Wish us luck.
End