This story is dedicated to my buddy Doug.
We start off naked in the bed together. Kissing and exploring his hairy body. His has always captivated me since the day we met. Our passion for each other has been intense. It has been years now, but my desire for him continues to be strong. He is part of me. This is an account of one of our sessions last summer.
I climb on top and straddle him. His penis is so large it takes me several minutes to push it inside me all the way. He is nearly 8 inches and very thick. Not as thick as a pop can, but still a challenge to bring him inside me. It hurts and causes me discomfort, but I am driven my the need, the desire, the purpose, of connecting with him. Slowly his lubed cut penis slides into me, inch by inch. I try to relax as best I can. He approves when he feels himself buried to the root in my tight hole. He is amazed that I have taken him inside so quickly, although it seemed like a long time to me. I am determined to bond completely with him.
Working his thick member inside of me. I feel my body stretching against his engorged penis. He is stiff and proud inside me. I try to pleasure him by moving up and down on his shaft. He gives a few upward thrusts. My hands bracing against his hairy chest. We both know that he needs more though. After a few minutes he tells me that he needs to be on top. I pull off and roll onto my back at the edge of the bed. He rises, stands, and positions himself, pulling me close. My feet wrap around his shoulders and neck. Then I feel it. His large head is at my pucker. With a single thrust his head is inside me. It feels fantastic. My body opens up, and the next thrust puts him deeper inside me.
His thrusts are gentle and slow as my body loosens around his large thickness. It still hurts a bit with each thrust, but I want him so badly, it only spurs me on further. We are now one body, his and mine together. We join sexually, physically, emotionally. I look into his eyes. I see his passion for me. My body is his and I want nothing more than for him to use me for his manly pleasure. I moan and say his name. I tell him how big he is and how good he feels. I grunt with each of his thrusts into me. My brain focuses on him and only him. I am his. My own erection is now gone. Somehow, I derive pleasure from this, knowing that his hard penis is all that we need now.
With every thrust, I feel more joined with him. I start to feel the need to pull him closer and deeper into me. I move my feet from around his neck and wrap my legs around his back. His shaft moves deeper into my hairy ass with each thrust. I feel his hairy balls against my ass. My desire for him rises. I have never felt so good even though my hole still complains from taking his girth. But my prostate tingles with each thrust of his shaft, making me ignore the discomfort. My mind becomes foggy. I focus completely on on him and his pleasure. I try to contract my ass, making it tighter for him. It makes him groan. I lose myself in the moment. I feel like our bodies are one now.
His thrusts become more vigourous. I hear his breathing become more rapid. His penis is rigid and fully engorged. And then it happens. His body tenses and he sucks air suddenly into his lungs. I know he is having his orgasm. I share this now with him. I am excited for him as I know the pleasure is flooding down his legs. I do not climax myself, but I feel pleased and warm that I have brought my man to feel this intense joy between his large hairy legs. His orgasm subsides as his penis throbs inside of me. His ejaculation shoots long and hard deep inside me. I feel a warmth and wetness from his juices in my hole.
He collapses on me in exhaustion. His penis still inside me, giving an occassional throb. He is still hard. Not ridged like before, but still stiff inside me. Our mouths meet and we kiss deeply. I feel needed. I feel his body envelope mine making me warm and loved in his arms. We stay this way for many minutes. His erection never subsides. Then he pulled out of me. I felt satisfied but somewhat empty as he departed. I did not cum, but somehow I feel I didn't need to. His orgasm was enough for both of us. It was the first time I had felt this way. It felt so right; so intense.
We lay together cuddling in his afterglow. I has satisfied my man, and this was all I needed that day.