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Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com] I knew I was in trouble when thedoor opened. We'd chatted for a week on line, through a translation app. Hetalked of soft kisses and warm hugs, of passion and sex. Now he looked at melike a piece of meat at a butcher store and gave me smirking smile. He tossedhis head, a signal to enter, then turned and walked away, expecting I wouldfollow. He led me through the small anteroom into a small apartment, kickingoff his shoes and motioning me to do the same.
He was dressed in a wife beater andbasketball shorts, his cock obvious in the front. The door to his place hadn'tclicked shut and his t-shirt came off. He turned to me and started to unbuttonmy shirt, and when I took over, he moved to my belt, pulling my pants andunderwear down in a quick motion. Although I was a good six inches taller andbuilt wider than he, I felt small. He gave me that smile again, a reluctantacceptance. I wished we had traded pictures. He was hairy chested, his bodystocky. He looked at me and raised his hands to my chest, capturing my nipplesbetween his fingers. The pain was unexpected and I tried to pull back, but hisgrip was firm. He pulled downward and I went to my knees.
He released me and another shock ofpain made me gasp. I was now facing his stomach, his growing cock pushing upthe thin material of the shorts into a growing hump that was obscenely obvious.I looked up at his face, a scowl was forming there. He hooked his thumbs underhis waistband and pulled off his shorts. His dark cock hung heavily between histhick legs, and he advanced towards me, causing the thick focus of my attentionto sway pendulously. I sat back, my face now level with it.
He put his hands on his hips andswiveled them, his cock slapped my face. I could smell soap, piss, and musk onit. It was heavy and still engorging. The blows didn't hurt, but the sheer massof the cock was intimidating. He grasped the base and guided the tip to mylips. His scent was strong. I opened my lips and took the sheathed head onto mytongue. I opened my mouth wide to keep my teeth from the growing cock. I ran mytongue under the foreskin, caressing the glans, feeling it finally stiffen. Iclosed my eyes and worked my tongue over him.
He gave a little push and thecockhead encountered the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting my lips work thethick shaft as he pushed in and out in short jabs. Each forward thrust pushedthe head harder against the back of my throat. I felt his hands caress my cheeks and I opened my eyes to look up athim. He looked down at me across the expanse of his hairy chest and belly, anda crooked smile crept up one side of his mouth. He patted my cheeks as he continuedto push his cock into my throat. His hands caressed my head, finally landing onthe back. He knitted his fingers together and I took a deep breath.
His cock pushed past my tonsils andfilled my windpipe as his hands pulled my head inexorably to his base. I feltmy neck stretching, and I fought the urge to gag, but could not stop it. Mybody tried in vain to expel the obstruction that completely filled my throat.He pulled back a little, then pushed even more in. Tears streamed down mycheeks as my lungs began to burn. He pulled out and I sucked in air like adying man. I blinked a few times and ventured a look at him, but I didn't getpast the slick shaft still jutting from my lips.
He pushed again, I inhaled rapidlyas he thrust into my throat. He wiggled his hips, making the head of his cockpump my throat rapidly. I gagged again, the entire length of my tongue risingand falling along the shaft. He drove deeper. My nose was pressed against hisbody but I was past taking in any sensory data. He held me there for anothermoment, letting my throat spasm and writhe around him, then he released mesuddenly, pulling all the way out. I gasped and fell towards him, my visionblurry with tears and lack of air.
He let me nurse the head a bit, andI did so eagerly, happy for the respite of having that cock rammed down mythroat. He caressed my cheek again, and I knew what he wanted. This time I didit on my terms, swallowing his cock almost to the base. He pushed the remainderin, holding my head again as I gagged and snot streamed from my nose. He pulledout enough to let me breathe a little, then went back in for another round.When he pulled out this time, I backed up, needing to cough and clear my throatof the phlegm that now filled it.
He patted my cheek then reacheddown and grabbed my right nipple again. This time the pain barely registered asmy priority was sucking in air. He pulled me to my feet as I struggled toswallow and soothe the burning in my throat. I coughed a little, choking backthe snot and spit that seemed to be pooling in my esophagus. He led me to asmall twin bed against the wall and put his hand on my back, pushing me on itface down. I gladly fell on it, still wheezing in lungful's of air. My panting subsided as he climbed on top of me.
I felt his body on mine, fulllength. His hairy chest tickling my back. He adjusted my legs with his,spreading them slightly, his own resting on them. I felt the thick invader ofmy throat rest on the crack of my ass. His adjustments complete, he began toslide his snot-slicked cock up and down, sawing my cheeks apart until the shaftrested at the base of the crack. I could feel his hot breath on my shoulderblades. His hands looped under my armpits and he pulled me back, pressing meagainst him, forcing my back to arch.
His hips changed position and hiscock, instead of gliding along the crack, was now at an angle. The head probedme, working downwards from the small of my back with little insistent jabs asif testing the muscle tone. "Condom" I whispered in a rasp, my voiceunrecognizable even to me. I didn't know the Portuguese word for it, but Ihoped it was universal. He didn't acknowledge me, his breath coming in littlegrunts at my back. The cockhead moved lower, pressing, then releasing and creepingdown. Then it was there, at my entrance. I reflexively tightened. The prodding stopped. I took abreath. The rules had changed I realized. The new rules were forged when I tookhim with my mouth without a whimper of objection. When he forced his way intomy throat I could have pushed back, extricated myself from the situation, stoodup, left. I could have physically stopped him. The rules had changed; I knew itnow, even if my body did not yet. I felt the head pressing into my tightenedsphincter and although I willed it to relax, it would not. The pressureintensified.
He grunted and his cock head slippedfrom it's foreskin and entered me. I felt my muscles contract, fighting toclose the door now pushed open. Every contraction brought a wave of pain as thering tightened against the invader, and unable to fully contract, redoubledit's efforts. He held still, my ass squeezing and pulsing around his manhood. Istarted breathing fast, focusing on relaxing so that the pain would just stop.Each pulse grew weaker as the muscles exhausted themselves against the solidrod holding them open. He sensed it and pushed.
I heard my throat make a sound as Irealized that it was not his cock head that I had felt, but just the tip. Nowhis full girth shoved aside my walls and he entered me fully, setting my ass onfire and making my guts tighten. He gave a little grunt as my ass fought him, and once again he heldstill, waiting for the twitching to subside. My whole focus was now on mypierced ass. I could feel his girth between my cheeks, spreading them apart asif hands had grabbed them. He rubbed his chin on my back and reached under meto grab my nipples again. His fingers found their target and he pinched, harderthan before, and my attention was diverted.
In the same moment that my chestcontracted, he pushed the rest of his rod into me, finally bottoming out. Icould feel my ass twitching, but it was numb now, just a hot, burningsensation. He pulled me closer with his arms and drove his pelvis into me,grinding. I moaned, barely registering the feeling of my guts rearrangingthemselves for him. I tried to find an angle where it wouldn't hurt so much,tried not to think of the massive raw meat now filling me up beyond what Ithought was possible. A part of me felt a sense of accomplishment at havingtaken him all, but it was a distant part. He pulled back and I felt my asspulling out of me, dragged inside out by his movement. When I thought I wouldbe released, he plunged back in, pushing back all the flesh that he had pulledback, making it feel like my hole was imploding on itself. And all the while,burning hot pain. He pressed against me, holding me down, arms under mine andhis hands on the back of my head. In and out, faster, each thrust driving meinto the bed like a jackhammer. My hole stretched and puckered with everystroke and the tiny room filled with the sound of sex and my whimpering moans.He pumped in and out slowly, and I felt the form and shape of his cock withevery stroke. At the bottom of his movement, I could feel him in my belly. Asmy hole adapted, I felt my own arousal beginning as his cock slipped over myprostate, shoving it aside with each impalement.
He pulled out completely and myhole screamed in pain again, the muscles finally able to close. He rose off meand pulled my hips up. I naturally pushed off the bed with my arms, and a firmhand in the middle of my back pushed me back down. As the cramp in my asssubsided, I felt an emptiness, and without realizing it, I arched my back,physically asking for more. He complied. In a single thrust he was in me again,ripping me open. I felt his heavy balls hitting me as he pumped urgently. Hepulled all the way out again, then plunged back in. I could hear myself tryingto cry out, a hoarse whimper and screech at every fresh penetration. Heentered, pumped deep a few times then withdrew completely, letting my bodyadjust over and over to his cock. The muscles eventually tired of this,yielding to the onslaught and accepting every new entry smoothly. When hefilled me, I felt a maddening rush and when he pulled out, a terrible hollowfeeling.
He slapped my ass, the shockreawakening the sphincter muscles to grab his shaft as it snaked into me. Hethrust, slapped and withdrew. My skin burned with the same intensity as my holehad just a short while before. But witheach deep penetration, I felt a surge of pleasure at being filled to capacityand beyond. I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. He quickened hispace, pushing even harder, eventually climbing onto my ass and once againpushing me flat into the bumpy mattress. I was moaning and my hips thrashingagainst him.
He put a hand to the back of myneck and plunged balls deep, holding still for the first time since our sexbegan. I felt then his cock swell a little, then begin to pulse. I felt thepulses from my entrance, knowing he was putting his seed deeper in me than Ithought possible. I lay still, and with the tiny control I still had, Isqueezed his manhood, massaging out the very last drop. When the pulsingstopped, he sighed and fell onto my back. As his tool deflated, my ass slowly graspedhim until he was soft and slipped out.
He rose from the bed and left theroom, tossing my clothes at me as he walked by them. I pushed myself out of thebed, pulling on my boxers and felt my cheeks slip against each other, a lubed,wet mess back there. I dressed silently and waited. He emerged from thebathroom and pulled his shorts and t-shirt back on, giving me a warm smile. Hestepped up to me and kissed me, a simple peck on the lips, then walked me tothe door. I slipped my shoes on, not knowing what to say, even if I spoke hislanguage. He shut the door behind me, leaving me alone in the little anteroomwith my thoughts.
I knew the guilt would come, theremorse, the near panic of what I'd just done. I clamped my ass shut, notwanting to leak into my pants as I maneuvered myself into the car. I would haveplenty of time to beat myself up over this. I fished my phone out of the glovebox to get directions back to work and a message icon blinked. I opened it tofind a message from him, not two minutes old. "Next week" it read. And Ismiled.