XXL part2 by A.Horniman
This is the second part of XXL. The first part was posted on Nifty in gay/beginnings 27 March 2010.
I got a call from Malcolm Saturday morning. My arse had just about recovered from the pounding he'd given me earlier in the week. Geezus that guy can fuck!
He drops his jacket on the sofa and straight away takes me into a hug. No deodorant. Good. I like that. He smells of man. I get a whiff of soap which can't disguise the musky smell of his body.
He's running his hands over me, shoulders, back, squeezing my arse. I let my hands explore his arms, his back.
"God you're sexy," he says. "You've got me boned up already. Have a feel."
And I feel the lump in his jogging trousers - soft balls and a cock stiff and ready for action. He takes my hand and slips it inside his trousers, no underpants and his extra large cock is pulsing in my hands. He gasps.
"Oh yes," he says and his mouth is on mine, tongue drilling into me.
"You OK after last time?" he asks.
"Took me a day or so to recover." I say
"You sure you want to..." he asks
"You bet!" I reply squeezing his cock.
"Oh man, yeah," he says. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
And he strips. Stocky, muscular, broad shoulders, thick thighs, dusting of hair on his chest. And his cock...
"Come 'ere." he says and we're into a naked hug, as much skin contact as we can manage. His cock stiff against me.
"You got lube?" he asks
"Of course!" I reply with a grin.
"Poppers?"
"Yep!"
"Let's have a sniff to get things going."
And he takes a snort from the bottle and we're grinding into each other.
"Oh Geezus, yes!"
And his finger is lubing my hole.
But I want to taste him first and I'm on my knees. He's big, but I get the top in my mouth and play it around with my tongue. He's moaning. I take another hit of poppers and his cock is the most important thing in the world and I'm licking and sucking for all I'm worth. Licking the sweat off his bollocks. He's stroking my hair.
"Oh, man... That's so good."
I run my hand between his legs and find his pucker, gently run a finger round it as I play the head of his cock in my mouth.
"Yeah?" I ask him
"Oh, yeah," he replies as I slide the finger inside him. He's wriggling against me. Then before I can do any more, he's pulled me up to his face and we're snogging again, and a hand is exploring my buns.
"Oh god yes!" I say.
"I'm gonna give you a good seeing to man," he says.
"Like last time?" I ask.
"Better than last time."
He lies back on the bed holding his bigboy stiff and hard in his hand. He wants me to sit on it.
So I position my self over his crotch and align my lubed hole with the head of his cock, willing myself to open to him. It feels great rubbing and slipping against my hole. I want it up me. We get the top in, I take a hit of poppers and feel myself open to him and slowly I slide down on it. Oh god, the feeling of him entering me. He starts pushing up inside me.
"Take another hit and I'll shove it right up you." he says.
And I do and he does and I'm seeing stars.
"Gotcha," he says. "Up your arse. All the way to me bollocks. How's it feel? Alright?"
"Oh, my god, oh my god, oh my god!" is all I can say as I slowly rise off his cock and sit back down on it.
The look of ecstasy on his face as he's holding my hips, helping me balance.
"Yeh?" he asks.
"Oh god yes!" I reply.
Then slowly he turns us over. His cock is so big he can do it without slipping out. Manoeuvres so that he's on my back, balls deep in my arse grinding himself into me.
"This is where you get fucked mate!"
"Oh, yes, give it to me!"
He starts slow and I feel the ridge of the head every time it passes through my ring. The length and thickness of him, filling me and emptying me.
"Ooh, yeh! Lovely arse! I'm gonna be fucking it a lot. Yeah?"
"Any time you want Malc, any time."
"Right. So let's get you bred eh? I've been saving a nice load of spunk and you're gonna get it." And he speeds up, the occasional hard stab that makes me groan with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His sweat dripping onto me.
And he's in no hurry, taking his time, fucking me to my limit, beyond my limit. Ramming it to me, harder, faster till I hear his breathing change and he's panting and gasping and one mighty thrust and I feel him pulse inside me, flooding my bowels with his seed.
He pulls out and rolls off me.
"Bloody hell! You've come! I made you come by fucking you!" he's really pleased with himself.
But I'm gone, totally gone.
He takes me in his arms and just holds me as I come back to earth.
"You're the best Malcolm." I say to him.
"You're not bad yourself." he replies.
"Not bad?" I reply.
"Yeh. A few more like that and you'll be up to standard," he says with a wink.
"So you reckon we need more practice?"
"Definitely." he replies. "A lot more, if you're up for it..."
"How long is it gonna take you before you can go again?" I ask.
"About half an hour I reckon." he says. "Got any beer?"
Other stories by A.Horniman can be found on nifty:
Noises in the Night Gay Male/Adult Friends section October 11 2007
The Stone Workers Gay Male/Historical section. November 10 2007
Frank Gay Male/Adult Friends section December 9 2007
Last Fuck for Johnny Gay Male/Encounters section June 23 2009
Ozzie Gay Male/Sf-fantasy section April 27 2010
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