3 comments/ 78383 views/ 5 favorites First Explorations Ch. 02 By: Guillame Chapter 2: First forays. ------- Part I. ------- A few weeks passed after my initial forays into bisexuality. The initial couple of attempts had left me somewhat disappointed; I had enjoyed the experiences but had ended up more frustrated than when I'd started. I had found I enjoyed the encounters themselves- the taste and feel of their flesh in my mouth, their sounds of pleasure... and the element of submissiveness that I'd experienced, especially with the brusque and almost rough way the second guy... no, the second man, had taken possession of my mouth and seemed to be punishing me for not giving him all that he'd wanted. That said, it had also scared me. I needed a bit of time for my curiosity (and growing need for something more than masturbation) to overcome the nervous trembling I experienced every time I logged onto the boards. I would just lurk, not quite bringing myself to send or post messages. The first time I decided to venture in again, I logged into the chat room of the system and decided to get my bearings again, sit quietly without attracting attention while I listened to the chatting. It was a mix of good natured joking and ribbing, someone complaining of a hookup and unloading an amazing amount of vitriol about the other guy, and a lot of intense silence. If you've been in a hookup chat you know what I mean- no one is talking but you can just intuit that there are private messages flying everywhere. One of the flying messages hit me. He had read my profile and liked it. I had tried to be honest; since I wanted to meet someone, I did not want them to take one look at me and then turn away. The profile described me as a slightly overweight, white male, curious bottom, average stats and height, et cetera. That particular system had an extensive questionnaire, so everyone knew exactly what they were getting... no pun intended. He said he was in his mid thirties, a few inches taller and considerably heavier than me at the time. He was a top, looking for a "boy to train". At that moment I had no idea what that meant- as I said, I was fumbling my way around. He gave me his number (this was before ID was so prevalent) and I called him within two minutes after we'd disconnected from the service. He sounded older and excited- his deep voice almost hoarse as we spoke a bit. After the initial greeting he'd asked if I liked being dominated; I answered I had never tried but was looking for new experiences. He ordered me to call him sir or master. And then proceeded to tell me he'd leash and harness me, tie my wrists and ride me until I begged. I could feel my erection strain against my jeans as he said that and my hands start trembling again. I could only whisper 'yes sir', or something to that effect. He went on- he'd fuck me against the wall and while gagged, blindfolded... and then he'd piss on me and make me clean him. That last twist made me wince and lose interest- as attested by the rapid decrease in pressure at my groin- right away. I was looking for something a bit less drastic for my first time. As he proceeded to tell me what else he'd do all over me, unaware of my reaction, I hung up. I know it was rude and unfair, not having told him I had limits, but I was scared and mildly disturbed by the turn of the conversation. After that, it took me another couple of weeks to decide I was ready to try again. I had not had time or inclination to find a girlfriend- summer classes meant a hellish load of exams since I tended to overload my schedule- and was still curious, horny and frustrated. I lucked out the next time I logged in. To make a longer story and three days of tentative messaging short, I agreed to meet someone using "smoke" as their nickname. We agreed to meet the day after our last meeting, during the early evening. He asked me to do a couple of things before we got there. Some time before our agreed meeting time, I showered thoroughly. I pushed a soaped finger into my tight knot to clean it as best I could; it was hardly erotic, considering it was a smallish shower and I could feel my heart hammering too hard in anticipation to do more than try and clean. When I got out of the shower a thought struck me and I looked around for my shaving razor. I spent the next thirty or forty minutes standing with a leg up on the sink, laying with my legs splayed and otherwise contorting as I tried to shave between my cheeks. I was thorough but careful- I figured a shaving cut there would hardly help my mood or ability to carry things through. When I was done, the warm skin around my virgin hole was smooth and slightly pink, sensitive and definitely... odd in sensation. I was still standing around in my underwear trying to decide if I liked the feeling when the doorbell rang. Throwing on a T-shirt and stumbling into some loose shorts, I went to answer it. Smoke was maybe an inch shorter than me and about the same age. He had a small fanny pack in hand- I remember how incongruous that looked- and was dressed in a polo shirt and white shorts. He had short hair, a mustache, skin dark enough to almost be blue-black and wide brown eyes with a slightly pensive, vaguely melancholy feel to them. We smiled hesitantly at each other and I asked him in. We stood around for those first few awkward moments where you don't know what to say. I don't think I even had proper furniture in the living room at the time- just an old futon that had followed me home one day. I think we commented on traffic or something equally inane; he was the one to finally ask if I was ready to go through with things. My lips were already dry; I had my arms folded to hide the shaking of my hands. So I nodded and mumbled something in assent. He stepped a bit closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his body against me. I instinctively uncrossed my arms and hesitantly rested my hands on his lower back as I looked down at him. I noticed three things right about then: how alive his eyes were, just how firm he seemed against me- hard chest, flat muscles under my hands. And I noticed how full his lips were as he asked if I'd ever kissed a guy. I mumbled no and leaned in as he shifted slightly, pressing closer against me. I felt his mouth against mine. It was warm and soft and so full, tasting slightly sweet. His mustache tickled my upper lip and cheek, and then his tongue pushed against my teeth and lips. He explored my mouth slowly and deliberately, running a hand down my back to caress the round curve of my ass and making me shiver with a combination of utter terror and sudden lust. I am sure he could feel me getting harder against his stomach through the thin material of our shorts and briefs. I know I could feel him against my thigh. He broke the kiss after a long time, leaving me breathless and looking at his wet lips when he smiled up at me. He tugged at my shirt almost playfully; I pulled it off and cast it aside and yanked my shorts down to be kicked aside in the time it took him to grin and pull off his own shirt. I stood there with my briefs visibly tented, watching him with arms again folded in some futile gesture of modesty. He laid his shirt aside carefully on my desk, unlaced his shoes and removed his socks. Finally he stood and- watching my face with a smile- pulled down his shorts to lay them with the rest of his clothes. He was wearing white briefs that made his skin look even darker. I don't think I could have found more than a couple of grams of fat on his body- he was lean and compact, all muscles and taut skin. From what I could see through the briefs, he was larger than me in one clear respect... and seemed just as turned on by my pale, soft self as I was by him. I think, looking back on it, that it was the clear contrast that he liked about me. I was not grossly overweight, mind you, but definitely was... softer and with more curves than him. He stepped close once more and my arms went around him first this time; he kissed me just as deeply as before, his warm hands running up and down my spine and over the curve of my ass while I followed the lines of the muscles in his back and shoulders. He stepped back again and took my hand. I led him to the bedroom- as Spartan as the living room, a low bed and desk, lightly decorated but for the stacks of novels and text books that always spawn when I am in one place long enough. He had me lay face down, while he went to get something from his pack. I did so, arms again folded under my head and legs slightly parted. My erection was almost painful, I pressed against the mattress and rocked slowly to try and ease the discomfort as I waited. He returned and kneeled next to me. I could feel every muscle in my back tense up as I felt him lean in... then I breathed a little sigh of relief and relaxed as he started rubbing some lotion or oil onto my shoulders and back. He was murmuring comforting reassurances as he did so. It did not take more than a couple of minutes for me to relax completely and even close my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his hands kneading and sliding on my skin. He rubbed down my arms and back, then the back of my thighs. At that point, I could not have moved even if I had wanted to. And I didn't, when he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down off my hips. I sensed his hesitation and after a moment's doubt, arched my hips so he could slide them off completely. He started kneading my ass. He would rub his thumbs against the base of my spine, run his hands down over the curve of my flesh and the back of my thighs. With each long stroke, he slipped his thumbs closer and then deeper between my cheeks. I gasped and shivered the first time I felt the tip of his thumb caress my sensitive knot of nerves. He poured more oil on his hand and returned his attention to my clenched ring of muscle. He rubbed a fingertip against me, then two, slowly and gently. All the while murmuring for me to relax and rubbing my back with his other hand. And slowly, by degrees, I did: he pressed harder with his thumb and I could feel myself open up to accept him with a groan and a pang of pain that faded quickly. He pushed his thumb in to the first joint, turning and twisting it inside me as he continued to caress and stroke me. I opened my legs a bit further, my face now pressed against my arms and my breathing a bit ragged. He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with another finger, longer, not much slimmer and that reached even deeper inside me. As he stroked me from within, he started pushing another finger against my taut entrance. Thanks to the oil, he pushed that finger in too, soon enough. My hands were clenched on the sheets, my heart thudding and my nose and mouth full of the nutty, sweet scent of the oil he was using. He turned his fingers, curled them and slowly pushed them in and slid them out of me. The pain was there again, I could feel my skin stretching around his intrusion and my ring clenching around his fingers trying to push him out... but I could also feel him inside me, his exploring fingers sometimes sending a hard shiver up my spine with a flash of liquid sensation. I was painfully hard and wanted more of him. He finger-fucked me for what seemed a long while. How long, I am not sure; I could only concentrate on his fingers inside me and the contrasting caress of his hand over my back and cheek as he whispered how much he wanted me. At some point he added a third finger to his ministrations- I stretched further to accommodate him and whimpered a bit even as I spread my legs even further to invite him in. I was rocking against his hand and against the mattress. I could feel sticky warmth growing under me as I gasped in shallow breaths and lifted my hips up to meet his hands, seeking those rare moments where he sent a long shudder up my spine that blocked out the discomfort of my flesh being stretched to its limit. I felt his every movement as he filled me. When he slipped his fingers out of me, I collapsed on the mattress, panting. I felt empty and strange, my flesh burning and aching from the invasion even as I longed for more. When I felt him move behind and over me, I tensed once more- in anticipation. I glanced over my shoulder as best I could to watch him step out of his briefs. I could not make out details without turning around, and the last thing in the world I wanted right then was to turn around. He went down to his knees between my legs and I lifted my hips toward him in a clear invitation. I felt his thighs brush mine and I shifted to rest my feet against his calves. I felt his arms on either side of my shoulders and I clenched my hands again into the sheets- I was almost gasping for breath as he shifted his weight forward, still murmuring how much he wanted me and how he loved my body; his scent was all around me, the slight tang of sweat faint in the mix of nut scent from the oil and the richer but more subtle smell of his skin. He brushed against my ring- still slightly open, muscles tired by his fingers- with the broad, blunt head of his cock. I groaned and pushed back against him even as I involuntarily clenched against his new invasion. He kissed my shoulder and the back of my neck as he laid more of his weight on me. He shifted his weight to one arm and I felt his hand parting my cheeks and guiding his shaft to push and probe against my tightening flesh. I could feel the very tip of his cock trying to force my slightly parted hole wider, without success. After a minute or so of trying he rose to his knees and I sighed with disappointment, letting my head drop on the bed. When I felt him rise to his feet I reluctantly pushed myself up on my knees, ready to finish him off as I had my previous would-be lover. "Get up," he said. His voice was husky and soft, fitting of his online nickname. I did so, giving him a confused glance- he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, turning me away from him once more. "Bend over, baby," he then said as he placed his other hand on my hip and encouraged me to do as he said... -------- Part II. -------- "Bend over, baby," he said as he placed his other hand on my hip and encouraged me to do as he said. He had started to take my virginity and wanted to finish what he'd started. I parted my legs for balance and bent over at the waist, the rush of anticipation returning. I didn't know then what difference having me stand up would make, but if he was willing to try again, I certainly was. Legs parted, one hand on the wall and the other on my thigh, I tried unsuccessfully to look back at him over my shoulder. He had poured more oil on his hand. I could see his arm moving and hear the wet, squelching sound as he rubbed the oil on his cock- a wave of the by now familiar smell of it reached my nose as he stepped forward again and grabbed my hip with a warm, wet hand that was still dripping oil. I could feel a cooling, slowly evaporating drop roll down my leg as he stepped up closer behind me. "Open your legs a little more..." I did so, lowering my hips slightly. "Good, there..." I felt his hand parting my cheeks again, guiding himself to push against my clenched knot. He dug his fingers into my hip and moved forward as he pulled my hips back to meet him. His head slid along my crack, he pushed and rubbed it against the muscle keeping him out. Standing, I could not clench as tight- my tight entrance started to give way. He felt that and whispered I should relax as he pressed on. I hissed and grunted as I felt him start to enter me. He pushed his big, bulbous head against my stretching ring and through: it hurt and burned far more than when he'd finger-fucked me, it felt as if my flesh would tear. I had both hands pressed to the wall by then, elbows bent and cheek pressed against the cool surface in contrast to the searing pain in my ass as he pressed on. I whimpered and breathed fast and shallow, my nose full of the smell of plaster. Just before I begged him to stop, his head slipped fully inside me. My ass closed up around his shaft, the blinding pain turning to a more bearable ache and a sharp awareness of him being inside me. He felt me relax and sag against the wall and asked if he should stop... "No, god no... Don't stop now," I mumbled against the wall as I caught my breath. He placed both hands on my hips then, shifted a bit and grunted as he started to shove his length into me. I groaned and hissed as I felt him push deeper into my insides; I felt his every ridge and vein as he forced his cock past my bruised, stretched ring. I could feel him fill me, cramming me and claiming me as he whispered breathless reassurances and drove his length into my depths. I could not get away, held by his hands and pressed against the wall. And then, finally, he was there. I could feel his thighs against the back of mine and the soft caress of his pubic hair against my butt. He eased his hold on my hips, caressing my lower back with one hand as he too caught his breath. Still whispering reassurances, telling me how good I felt and how the pain would go away, he rotated his hips and ground against me, moving his cock within me and making me groan, clench my eyes... and clench my ass tight around his cock, making him moan. With his hand on my hip and caressing my back and side, he started to pull out slowly. I felt every inch as he withdrew, the feel of his flesh sliding out sending an odd shiver up my spine and making me gasp in surprise instead of pain. When he was about halfway out, he pulled me away from the wall and guided me- bent over, staggering and with half his meat still plunged within me- back to the bed. Every step and every movement had me wincing, ripples of pain and sensation running through my body as he jerked and moved in my sore, sensitive ass. I almost collapsed to my knees on the low mattress; he gently but insistently pushed my head down to rest on the sheets. I could smell my sweat and the near-sour smell of my own seed from earlier. It drowned the smell of the oil, clung to the back of my throat with every breath as he crouched behind me and then shifted onto one knee. He pushed back into me, using the leverage of his position to go even deeper. I groaned and he grunted until his hips were pressed hard against mine. The pain was less as my ring was starting to numb from the constant pressure... but I could feel him slide out again, a contrasting caress that sent new shudders up the length of my spine and down into my balls- a tingling shiver that made my cock twitch. He drove slowly into me a few more times- the painful breach of my bowels as he rocked his hips side to side followed by the stroke of his withdrawal that had me gasping and moaning against the sheets. Then he leaned in, and whispered to me... "I want to turn you over, baby; I want you on your back..." I would have agreed to anything at that point. I babbled something in response and shifted my weight to the side; he leaned back and helped me lift my leg as I rolled onto my back. There was a new jab of sharp pain as my movement yanked his cock out of me, his wide head once more tearing at my ass on its way out. As I lay on my back, breathing hard and with a damp smudge on my cheek reeking of my own excitement, he kneeled between my legs and looked down on me with that soft smile. He had something in his hand- it had not even occurred to me, but he'd brought a condom. I watched him rip the packet open and reach down to put it on- I managed to lean up enough to watch him do it. His cock was dark and glistening, thick and pointing at my face. He was noticeably bigger than me, his mushroom head looking huge even at the end of his thick shaft. He rolled the thin rubber down almost to his dense nest of black, tightly curled hair. First Explorations Ch. 03 (Note: This is a direct continuation from "First Explorations, Ch. 02") A half hour after having a cock inside me for the first time, I was ready for more. Smoke, my first true lover, lay on his back on the low bed. His blue-black skin contrasted sharply with the cream-white sheets- sheets that were already rumpled and damp with drying sweat. He was lean and hard and very clearly ready for more, too: his thick, broad headed shaft was stiff and angled up from his stomach. He smiled up at me, his soulful brown eyes encouraging me as I straddled his waist. My fair skin seemed even paler next to his; it was as sharp a contrast as my rounded figure was to his sharp lines. I was soft where he was hard, very white where he was dark... and very much as hungry to take him in me as he was eager to plunge into me. I straddled his waist and reached down for him. He was still damp and glistening with my saliva, his cock hard under the velvety sheath of skin and hot with blood. I placed a hand on his chest as I straightened a bit on my knees and guided his shaft with my other hand. He reached up to slide the palm of his hand over my chest, sending shivers down my spine as he brushed my nipples and ran his fingernails down my side. He shifted and arched his hips slightly when I brought his blunt head to the warm crevasse of my ass. And then he tensed as I eased myself down a little, canting my own hips as I felt him slide between my cheeks and touch the sore ring of my deflowered ass. I was slightly open from his earlier assault, just enough to ease the positioning of his tip at my entrance. My abused muscles contracted reflexively, sending a shudder of pain down my nerves. I had closed my eyes while trying to guide him. I could smell our excitement, the tang of sex mingled with the musk of sweat as I breathed heavily and rapidly; I could smell faint traces of the nutty oil we'd been using as lubricant: I wondered briefly if I shouldn't have used more on him even as I braced for the first thrust. I gritted my teeth and eased my weight back and down. I groaned in pain as his blunt tip pushed easily through my bruised opening, sending new threads of fire along nerves that made my balls shrink and my cock jump. I kept easing down, knowing I had to go past the pain, feeling him fill me up and stretch me to accommodate him once more. I kept going, panting now while he moaned. He was ripping me open as I took him deeper than before, my own weight impaling me on his shaft. I could feel his hipbone against my flattened ass, the dark nest of his pubic hair soft against my flesh when I finally stopped. He was buried so deep that I could swear I could feel his every vein and ridge pressed against me from the inside. We were both breathing hard, his hands running over my sides as mine rested on his chest as I tried to relax a bit. The pain was not as bad as the first time. It was a dull ache where my flesh was stretched around his shaft and it was a feeling of pressure where he was packed inside me. My own shaft was half-erect, every little movement caressing the right nerves to make it jump a little now and then. He arched a little, encouraging me to go on. I looked down at him with eyes half-closed as I started rocking my hips, grinding against his hips and stretching my tight passage against his hard cock. I hissed in pain and almost perverse pleasure as I sought the sensation I'd found when he had mounted me before. I started shifting my weight and raising my ass a couple of inches before pushing back down to meet his small thrusts. He was moaning and murmuring his approval in between grunts as he pushed up to meet me. I rolled and rocked my hips, feeling him rub inside me as he opened me up. His hands were on my waist and thigh, pushing and pulling at me to guide me as I rode him. My breath was coming in short gasps, my balls tight and prickling with the weird feeling of a slow near-climax as I moved him inside me. Every time I felt the surge of pleasure through the constant background of pressure and fading pain I would clench hard around him- and he would grunt louder, pushing his hips up hard against me and making me gasp in turn as he seemed to plunge even deeper than before. After long minutes of riding the edge of a mutual orgasm I leaned forward, my sweat dripping onto his chest and cheek. I could smell him, sharp and very male and deep. The subtler scents of oil and skin were long since lost in the rich mix of bitter sweat and sweet sex. "Fuck me again, Smoke..." He groaned an answer and wrapped his arms around me as I slipped my calves under his thighs. With my arms around his neck and his hands on my ass and waist, we rolled over. The movement pulled him almost entirely out of me, making me moan as I felt the ridge at the end of his head bump my ring from the inside. He shifted to push his arms under my legs as I came to rest on my back, making us both groan as his cock seemed to press against the base of my balls from within. With my feet resting almost on his shoulders, he bent me almost double. The slowly leaking tip of my shaft brushed against my stomach and chest as he pushed against me to kiss me: I was short of breath and the back of my thighs burned from the unaccustomed strain as I met his broad, soft lips. He sucked on my lower lip and tasted the sweat on my mouth with a soft sound before he pushed his tongue past my lips- and thrust his cock into me, muffling my gasp of surprise. He claimed my mouth as he had already claimed my ass, roaming against my teeth and tongue as he crammed his full length into me. When he pulled away from my mouth and started to withdraw from my aching hole, we were both gasping for breath. He settled into a harder rhythm than our first time. I did not need him to be gentle anymore and he knew it; he let go and pounded into me, twisting his hips as he pushed in to better stroke his shaft with each new plunge. He grunted and moaned, as did I; I wanted the slap of his hard flesh against me and the sudden stab of blinding pain as he ripped me open even deeper than before. He took my breath with each thrust, tearing at my thighs and insides with his weight and length. I could not breathe, my numb rear flared with sudden pain when he pushed too hard... And I could feel the familiar hollow ache of approaching climax, as before. My balls were tight and in pain and I was again spattered in my own pre-cum, my fists clenched on the sheet and my throat and nose full of the scents and tastes of his sweat and our coupling. I huffed out every time he slammed into me, started tightening my ass around his shaft whenever I could as he pulled out. He moaned louder as I grasped at his meat with my ass; I hissed in pleasure and asked for more as I felt his length stroke the hypersensitive place within my searing flesh. He finally gasped and started to tense and pull away, his cock seeming to swell inside me as his movements became shorter and more urgent. I imagined I could feel his every vein tensing as he tried to withdraw and I clenched as tight as I could around him. "Come inside," I managed to gasp hoarsely. He was too close to try and hold back, anyway. He grunted loudly and clenched his eyes as he pounded me with rapid little movements, jerking himself off with my tightening hole. The feel of my hot flesh on his shaft, the taste of us and the buildup from the blowjob had him at fever pitch. He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him, crushing the air completely out of my lungs as he came. I could hear him gasping through the roaring in my ears. He shuddered and bucked inside me, his face buried against my calf and hips grinding against my hips as he emptied his balls inside me. My own balls and cock were tight and aching: the hollow ache from nearing orgasm without quite reaching it. I think I was getting close to blacking out when he finally loosened his hold enough for me to slide my legs down along his sides and drape them around his hips. He stayed inside me a moment longer as he caught his breath and I gasped in deep breaths. My chest hurt, my head was pounding and I could very clearly feel him deep inside me. He kissed my throat and shoulder as we recovered, not moving for a few minutes as he shrank within me. He eased back, withdrawing with a mutual moan and letting my legs drop to the bed as he stood up. He grabbed his softening shaft with one hand, smiling almost bashfully as he dripped milky white drops from the wet head of his cock on his way to the bathroom. The ache in my chest was fading. I could feel my own pre-cum beading and sliding down my stomach; I could feel his warm seed between my cheeks and on the rim of my battered, still-open hole. He returned and once again dropped on the bed beside me, quickly gathering me in arms and pulling me to his chest. I think he was afraid I'd try to go for a third time. I folded against him, limp and- if not fully satisfied- content to give up control for a while longer. The back of my thighs ached; my ass was battered and clammy with his cum. I could smell our drying sweat and salty-sour scent of drying semen on me and the bed: a mix that screamed of sex. He did not stay the night. After another hour or so he had to go, showering and dressing while I listened from bed. After he was gone I changed the sheets and cleaned up, the white sheet of paper with his phone number neatly folded and stored in my desk. *** In Smoke I had found someone patient, fun to talk to and who liked how I looked. You would think I would have been happy enough with our casual arrangement- for the next six months we would see each other several more times, until I moved from L.A.. At the time, though, a few days after losing my cherry to him, I was again horny and still enjoying the experience of having been with another guy. I had kept my ass shaved and the soreness from my first fuck had faded: he had been so careful to get me ready that even the rougher sex at the end had not hurt me in any lasting manner. But Smoke was not free for a while (he was living with someone at the time) and I had both a day off coming up and a need to try something new: having taken the first step I was eager for more. I scanned the bulletin boards. Almost straight off, I had an incoming message from some guy living nearby and looking for a quick meet. He listed himself as bi, looking for no strings encounters. I invited him over after a momentary hesitation. I opened the door fifteen minutes later for a big man. He was tall- easily six foot four, with big arms and a sizeable belly. He had long, dirty blonde hair and incongruously pale blue eyes that seemed to add to the football player-gone-to-seed image. He was wearing jeans and a black t with a faded logo. The smell of stale cigarettes followed him like a personal cloud. That said, he turned out to be fun to talk to, with stories about motorcycles and weekend trips up the coast. We chatted for twenty or thirty minutes, all told. He wandered around, looked at the games on the computer and generally tried to put me at ease- he was easily 100 lbs and six or seven inches taller than me and could tell I was intimidated and rethinking the whole thing. He caught me by surprise when he stopped his wandering and turned, cupping my cheek with a large hand and smiling down at me. I swallowed thickly and reached down to unbuckle his belt and start unsnapping his jeans as he shifted slightly to ease my task. I could feel him stir against my hand- he was big there, too. When I freed him, pulling his jeans down over his hips to let them slide down, I glanced down. His gray briefs were barely able to hold him. He reached down and pulled them down as he sat down on the futon that was the main piece of furniture in the living area. Then he stretched back, opening his legs slightly and watching me with an expectant smile. He was probably as big as the first guy I had tried to give a blow job to. He did not look disproportionately huge- but he was a much bigger guy, too. As it grew harder, his cock stretched almost to his belly button, resting against his rounded stomach and rising from a thick blonde nest of coarse hair that made his shaved balls stand out that much more. "Come on, baby," he rasped with his smoker's drawl. "Get naked and come help me out here." I licked my lips and unbuttoned my jeans. I did not take my eyes from his semi-slumbering beast as I stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. When I pulled off my boxers and came to my knees before him, I was hard. He placed a hand on the top of my head as I leaned forward to kiss his tip. I could smell the cigarette smoke on his pants and shirt, the sun warmed denim on his legs and lingering on his crotch. With slightly parted lips, I licked delicately at his slit and around the head of his shaft, making him mumble encouragement as he leaned back against the futon. I took his head into my mouth, tongue swirling around his flesh as I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft. Or tried to; my fingers did not quite close around his girth. I slid my hand up along his length, the satin skin warm as it slid over the hard core. I stroked down after a couple of inches, then up again; as I stroked him I kept my mouth on his head and the top of his shaft, licking and lapping over the sensitive tip and down to follow thick veins. "Let me hear you suck it baby..." I obeyed, slurping noisily as I sucked on his meat and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, humming and moaning around his thick head and shaft. When he was wet and shining from my spit and I had started to taste the now familiar salty hint of pre-cum, he pushed my head back and off his cock and reached for my arm. "Come here," he murmured thickly. He pulled me up to straddle him on the futon, my balls and ass brushing the length of his hard shaft as he guided me up. I shifted and moved for a better position atop him while he easily supported my weight. I ended up crouched over him with my hands against the wall over his head and feet against the outside of his thighs. He was looking down, one hand around his cock and the other on my hip. He lifted his shaft at the same time as he pushed me down with the other hand. I bent my knees and felt his tapering head graze my balls before sliding between my cheeks. I was breathing hard and fast, my heart hammering in my ears and the reek of stale cigarette smoke filling my lungs and mixing with the faint remnant taste of his seed. He pulled me down farther, his spit-slick tip pushing against my tight pucker. He was big, I was tense and scared and able to clench my muscles tight in a defensive reflex. He pushed and prodded without success, my thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me poised on his very tip. I could feel his warm tip ready to spear into my hot flesh, denting the resisting muscle slightly. I was about to suggest we get some oil when he let go of his rod and grabbed my hips with both hands, pushing me down hard and grunting hard with the effort. His very tip pushed through my clenched ring, opening me up like a wedge as the tapered head followed. He pushed me down, thrusting the head of his cock into me before pausing. I screamed in pain. With no loosening or relaxing of my opening, no lubrication other than my spit, it felt like he had ripped me apart. It burned; the pain all-consuming and making me lose my footing so my own weight threatened to impale me on his length. I dropped my hands to his shoulders, trying to push myself up as I gasped and tried to push myself up. "It'll get better, almost there, you'll see," he growled. And he pushed me down again, his fingers digging into my skin at thigh and hip as he grunted once more. His tapered head sank deeper into me, his thickening shaft spreading my strained flesh even wider to admit his girth. He managed to force maybe a hand span of thick meat into me before stopping. I could taste my tears of pain and feel them running down my cheeks. I was gasping short little breaths to try and deal with the all-encompassing pain from my impalement: the flesh around his cock straining to encompass his width was burning, taut and ready to tear. I was stuffed, feeling him pressing against my bladder and the base of my balls. He lifted me an inch or two, withdrawing enough that I actually felt the hollowed space carved by his cock inside me as it hesitatingly closed up again. Then he pushed me down harder than before. I could only whimper breathlessly, the shock and lack of air drowning a new scream as he plunged even farther into me and split me open even farther and deeper. He did it again, and again. The pain did not seem to change much; I was at the limit as he literally tore me apart in trying to get more of his hot, eager flesh inside me. I was trembling and begging him to stop as best I could through tears and clenched teeth. I was afraid to move my hands from his chest lest he impale me completely; the ache in my thighs from trying to support my weight was lost in the sharp crests of agony radiating from my skewered ass. He continued to rape me, essentially, for endless minutes longer as he kept growling that it'd get better and that the pain would subside. Finally even he realized that he was as deep as he could go- maybe a third of his length was embedded in my flesh, the thickest part of his widening cock still to go. He lifted me again, withdrawing from me and allowing me to step back for a moment before collapsing to my knees and almost on his lap. He stroked my head and wrapped his fist around his base, jacking off slowly as I gasped for breath. The searing pain was a throbbing, intense ache as my abused flesh tried to close up again. I could not see clearly through the tears and my mouth was full of their taste. I could smell the bitter scent of my depths on his flesh, as well as a fainter smell I did not recognize. "I'm sorry I hurt you, baby, but I need it, I need it bad... you got to finish me, man, come on..." When his words finally reached me through the dull roar in my ears I almost laughed. I retained enough sense not to, though. I was, frankly, afraid of him trying to fuck me again and not stopping until he had driven his entire length into my ass. So instead, I staggered on my knees between his legs- he opened them wider and placed his hand on my head once more to pull me closer. My wounded and battered asshole had gone nearly numb; the pulsing ache that replaced the pain was easy enough to push aside for the moment. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, letting his hand guide me. The strange smell got stronger, followed by a coppery taste underlying the musky sourness of his flesh when he pushed his head into my mouth. I wrapped both my hands as best I could around his shaft and once again started to jack him off while I licked and slurped noisily on his head and the top of his shaft. He moaned and murmured approval as he let himself go. He guided my head to pleasure himself- guiding me to take as much of his rod as I could fit into my mouth, then pushing my mouth and tongue down the bottom of his shaft and back up. He pushed me down to lick at his balls, the warm, solid weight of them strange against my lips and tongue when I sucked one and then the other into my warm mouth. He pulled at my hair to make me kiss, nip and lick the tracery of veins along his fat meat from hairy base to throbbing tip. My jaw ached when he finally thrust his cock back into my mouth. I lapped and played my tongue as best I could around his sensitive tip and along the shaft while he wrapped his own fist around his cock and started pumping it up and down at a frenzied pace. It took me a few seconds to realize his breathing was becoming more ragged and his stomach was starting to tense. I had been caressing his balls; I paused as I tried to pull my head back to let him finish. First Explorations Ch. 03 He did not let me go, keeping my mouth on his cock and his hand on the nape of my neck. I could not fight him: I was still a little afraid of him. So I resumed caressing his sack, my fingertips massaging and stroking the underside of his balls while I started sucking and suckling his head. He groaned and hissed that he was coming. I could taste him, a drop or two against my tongue as I breathed through my nose and tried to push him over. His hand slapped my chin as he pumped his meat harder and faster, arching against my face and pushing my head against his crotch as he came. A warm, thick spray hit the roof of my mouth and throat as his shaft jumped and buckled against my lips. He spurted again, his hot seed salty and faintly sweet on my tongue as he grunted and twisted beneath me. He filled my mouth, I could not breathe. My cheeks were full of saliva and semen, the viscous mix dribbling down his veined shaft where it leaked past my lips. He held me there, panting for breath, until I swallowed the salty-sweet seed that threatened to choke me as I gulped it down at last with a grimace. When he let go of my head I pulled back and coughed, gagging a bit at the taste and the feel of his seed in my throat and coating my mouth. He stroked the side of my face and thanked me for a good time as he slowly rose to his feet. I sat crumpled beside the futon, gasping for breath and wiping my mouth as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt. He said we should do it again as he headed out the door, satisfied. It must have been five or ten minutes after he left that I noticed the dark stain on the carpet. I wiped at my mouth and saw a red tinge to the white slime and spittle; when I managed to stumble to the bathroom on wobbly legs to shower, the warm water ran pink when I washed my throbbing ass. He had ripped me open, literally. I was lucky that the damage was not worse. After a couple of days I no longer limped. A week or so later I was up to meeting Smoke once more; we took it easy and gentle, though I never did tell him that it had not been him that had hurt me. I did not "stray" from my... relationship? Sex arrangement? With Smoke for the remainder of my stay in L.A. He never did spend the night, but we had a good time, all in all; after my painful experience, I learned to appreciate him all the more. First Explorations Ch. 04 A year or so after I had first decided to explore my bisexual leanings, I moved out of Los Angeles and headed for the Midwest. I would miss Smoke, my first real lover. Other things took precedence, though, and what we had shared was- we both knew- largely physical. He loved someone else but had needed more physical contact. I was not ready for a full relationship with another man, but had undeniable needs and wants. Things had worked out well for us both, so we parted amicably. We even kept in touch for a few months after I had first moved before we drifted away- he'd found someone else to relieve his needs and I had started dating again. Those first few months had been hectic: I had to settle into a new apartment, attend classes and find time for a social life once more. When Smoke's emails became more sporadic I was almost glad to have those extra minutes to deal with things. By the fall, though, I had settled once again into a comfortable routine. I was seeing someone pretty steadily, had classes well in hand as exams wound down and found myself with free time in the afternoons to fill with video games and the occasional attempt at writing. It was not much longer before I started feeling that familiar urge again. It had been seven or eight months since I'd been with Smoke, and while I was happy with my relationship I could not deny I was ready to be with a man once more. I spent the next month trying to find a service like the one that had allowed me to meet Smoke. Several frustrating weeks led me to decide that either sex bulletin boards were much rarer in the Midwest or they were much more circumspect than those in California. As a last resort, I decided to take a half-hearted look in the chat room listings of my commercial ISP. Much to my surprise, I found a listing for "M4M" rooms in my new city after a couple of minutes browsing through the member made chats. The interface was cleaner, there was a little more chatter than I was used to, but it was on the whole a very familiar feeling when I logged in after twenty minutes of waiting "in line" to enter the room. After quickly peeking at a couple of people's profiles, I quickly tapped out one of my own; as I had before, I decided that honesty was the best route for a hookup: 26 year old, slightly chubby with fair skin, black hair and brown eyes. I am looking for preferably older top. Likes to give oral and be a bottom; no strings, casual sex and discretion a must. I included my zip code, general area and a quick mention of when I was usually free. Then I found a relatively recent picture, attached that in the proper place and settled in to browse profiles and listen to the casual chattering. For the next few weeks I mostly lurked. I joined into very few discussions and started chatting to a couple of guys on a regular basis but neither was quite what I was looking for: one was a definite bottom and the other was only interested in getting regular blowjobs. I did get the occasional instant message window pop up from someone testing the waters. I directed them to my profile and photo, answered their questions honestly. I did not hear back from many of them, made indefinite "we'll see" plans with others whose schedules clashed with my free time and turned a couple of them down outright- they were interested in scat or heavier domination and bondage than I was willing to try. Most of the time I sat there quietly browsing profiles and reading personal web pages, looking at pictures and getting hornier by the day. I was still seeing my girlfriend regularly, so that helped; nevertheless I was starting to crave the feel of a man against and inside me once more. In late December, during a particularly cold afternoon, I was lurking in the room. There had been a heavy snowfall; I could not have left the apartment complex if I'd wanted to. It was out of the question for anyone to drive anywhere until the snow ploughs had cleared the roads, so I was not expecting anything when I logged in. I was considering agreeing to meet the guy who just wanted to use my mouth when a message window popped up on my screen- "where r u?" I took a quick look at the profile. It was uninformative at best- his handle, Mike, and a six digit number. I did not usually bother answering that kind of quick-shot message, and I was about to close the window when he sent another line. "i'm in xxxxxxx apts, want to meet now, top, where r u?" I had to pause. We lived in the same complex, which meant we could actually meet that very afternoon. I did hesitate- I knew nothing about him except that we were neighbors (which had both advantages and disadvantages as far as discretion went) and was apparently impatient- he repeated his question twice while I tried to decide what to do. I finally answered that I was in the same apartment complex and sent him my stats- weight, height and the rest of it as well as a link to my picture. I added that I wanted to try being a bottom and had just sent "enter" when he replied, asking for my unit number. I hesitated again. I knew I should meet the guy somewhere first, chat a bit more and see if I even liked him before going any farther; at the very least I would then know what he looked like and what he was looking for. Inviting a complete stranger over was dangerous and stupid. Which was in part why I did it- the thrill of danger sent a flush of excitement through me. I could feel myself blushing as I typed in my unit number, my balls tightening and cock slowly hardening under my loose shorts as fear combined with desire. I closed the message window and stood as he let me know he'd be over in five minutes. I was still debating taking a shower when he knocked on my door. I could feel my heart thundering in my chest as I went to let him in. The blinds on the window dominating the wall next to the door were closed, but I could make out his shadow where he stood waiting. When I opened the whitewashed door, an eddy of bitterly cold air hit me. Dressed as I was in a loose t-shirt and shorts, it set my teeth to chattering even in the brief moment it took for me to step aside instinctively to let him in out of the cold. He grunted a greeting, I think, as he stepped inside. He was a few inches taller than me, bundled up in a heavy jacket for the walk across the complex. Flakes of snow melted on the dark fabric as he took a disinterested look around the living room, taking in the computer desk and couch before finding the bedroom door. I closed and locked the door as I took a look at him. He was bigger than me. Taller, broader and heavier, as I saw when he took off his jacket and dropped it on the couch. He turned toward me and canted his head toward the bedroom. He had very dark, heavy lidded eyes and chocolate skin with close cropped black hair. He looked to be eight or ten years older than me, in his mid-thirties. I nodded and followed him into the bedroom, still trembling from a combination of the cold and excitement. The low bed dominated the room. The blinds were slanted up, letting in the afternoon light but keeping out curious gazes. He walked in, glancing around, and stopped at the side of the bed, looking back at me with an expectant look. His stern silence did not lend itself to idle chatter. I looked to him for a clue as to what to do next and he folded his arms over his chest. He had made it clear in the tone and speed of his responses that he was there for one reason; it was a relief, in a way, to know he was not expecting more. At a loss for what to do next, I stepped closer and knelt before him. He shifted his weight slightly to make it easier for me to unfasten his belt and the top button of his jeans. The denim was still cool from the walk and I could smell a hint of sap where he'd brushed against a small tree or bush. I unzipped him and pulled down his jeans slowly down his thick legs until they were pooled over his black tennis shoes. A dense nest of pubic hair escaped his black briefs at the thighs and rose toward his navel under his t-shirt. I licked my dry lips, smelling him clearly- a faint hint of bitter sweat and salty musk, sharp against the milder scents of clean linens and winter. I could see him bulging against the black cotton, heavy and solid where he pressed against the thin material. I lay my hands flat against his hips, his skin only now starting to warm up. Hooking my thumbs into the sides of his briefs, I pulled them down hesitantly while he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. The bristling mat of black hair trailed up past the bulge of his broad belly and around his navel, rising to an only slightly sparser covering on his chest. He was not soft, though; even the swell of his stomach looked firm, his bare arms bulky with muscle instead of flab. I looked back down as I felt his briefs snag while I pulled on them. I carefully pulled the elastic out and down over the head of his shaft. Even his cock was stocky- thick and heavily veined, it drooped over the waistband of his briefs as I pulled them down farther. He had heavy, low-hanging balls, as thickly furred as the rest of his groin. The smell of him was almost overpowering, his presence intimidating as he loomed over me with arms crossed once more. I reached up, wrapping my hand around his width. My fingers barely met around his girth and even half-erect he almost overflowed my hand; the sharp contrast between my pink palm and his dark, purplish-black flesh made him seem all the bigger. He stirred slightly in my grasp and laid a hand on my head, pulling me toward him with a firm tug on my hair. I parted my lips as the tip of his hardening cock bumped against them and closed my eyes as he slid past my lips and against my tongue. My hands flat on his hips, I offered no resistance as he filled my mouth with his meat and drowned me with the smell of his sex. His bristly nest of hair scratched my nose and cheeks and I felt him against the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag. He withdrew after a moment, pushing my head back as he pulled his glistening shaft from my mouth. When he was halfway out he pushed into me once more, my lips tightly wrapped around his still hardening member and tongue gingerly stroking the underside of his veined length. He bumped the back of my throat and withdrew once more, wet and warm and smelling of my spit and his musk. I could feel him getting harder and thicker as he settled into a steady rhythm to fuck my mouth. He'd push over half his length into me before withdrawing, grunting now and then as I did my best to suck and lap his cock. I ran a hand over his thigh and under, cupping and stroking his hairy, heavy balls in my fingers. He grunted once more. He was fully hard, thick enough to make the corners of my mouth ache as he pushed into me. When he thrust deep enough to tap the back of my throat, his bristly black pubic hair would brush my cheeks as my nose was buried in the thick nest, pungent with the tang of his sweat and skin. I tasted the familiar hint of slick salt on my tongue as he started to leak pre-cum. Instead of hastening his thrusts, though, he slowed and withdrew from my mouth. His stiff tool stood straight from the dense mat of black curls, slick and dripping with my saliva. Thick as a rolled up magazine, cinnamon flesh dark with blood, a tiny drop of pearl tipped the mushroom head. I looked up, still cupping his balls and panting to catch my breath. He met my gaze over the swell of his belly, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "Are you ready for it, bitch?" His voice was low and gravelly, almost breathless. I swallowed thickly and nodded with the aftertaste of his seed strong on my tongue. I stumbled over to the low bed on wobbly legs. "I'm tight," I mumbled as I walked. "So maybe with me bent over..." He muttered an assent as I gathered up some pillows and a couple of spare blankets to hastily form a pile on the edge of the bed. He stepped behind me, one hand cradling his balls and encircling the base of his shaft as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I felt his hand, cool and firm against my shoulder blade as he pushed me forward against the bed. My knees hit the pile of bedding and I barely caught myself on outstretched arms, my chest resting against the pillows atop the pile as I tried not to fall in a sprawling heap. I made a surprised sound, surprised by the shove. He steadied me with his hands on my hips, waiting until I regained some semblance of balance. Leaning over as I was- stomach resting on the pile of bedding, leaning forward at an angle with my hands holding my weight and legs spread for balance- I could not easily move without falling over. He grabbed my shorts and underwear and yanked them down abruptly until they were stretched just above my knees. I shivered- my ass was in the air, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to a stranger that was bigger and heavier than me. He ran a hand over the swell of my ass, sending a rippling tingle up my spine and making my own cock stir against the warm bedding. Then he slapped my butt, hard enough to sting and make me cry out again in surprise. He rubbed the sore spot a moment before slapping my flesh again, murmuring in approval as I hissed in surprised pain. I felt him step closer as he used a foot to yank down my shorts the rest of the way and brushed his warm thigh against mine as he grabbed my hips. I was breathing more rapidly, trying to see what he was doing over my shoulder: the scent of the bedding mixed with a hint of nervous sweat beading on my brow as he held me there, helpless. He struck the now-tender spot once more, making me wince, cry out and clench my fists in the sheets. And then I felt him, blunt and broad and still damp with my saliva, pushing between my cheeks and brushing up against my sensitive pucker. I groaned and took a sharp breath as he rubbed his tip against me, grinding his thick tool against my tight knot with growing insistence. He placed one hand on my hip to hold me, the other guiding his cock in its assault. I held out a minute, groaning and trembling as he bore down on my asshole with steady pressure and a low murmur- "that's right, look at that bright pink ass, so tight..." The tip of his dick pressed in ever so slightly, finally denting the ring of muscle trying to keep him out. With a guttural grunt and a painful tightening of his hold on my hip, he pushed hard. In that position, I had no way to clench against him. He sunk the huge, blunt head of his tool and a couple of inches of thick, hard meat into me with that first thrust. The pain was worse than my first time, since he'd not bothered to prepare me; I offered less resistance, since I'd grown used to having a man inside me in my time with Smoke. He ripped me open wide and fast as I screamed against the sheets and then panted for breath as he started to withdraw... only to swing his hips forward again, impaling me deeper. I gave up screaming and started squirming, trying to find purchase to get away from him. He held me fast with both hands on my hips; I could not escape as he pummeled into me. He'd withdraw an inch or two, and then thrust in again hard and fast and deeper, drawing a new gasp and painful cry from me at each push. He had pushed me onto the bed, his attack forcing me to my knees on the mattress and pressing my head down against the sheets as he kneeled behind me and continued to lunge deeper into my battered ass. My cheek pressed to the bed and hands clenched in the sheets, I finally stopped struggling to get away and tried to relax. The torn muscles straining around his shaft burned. I could feel him filling me, every vein and ridge straining my insides as he moved deeper inside with each grunt and thrust. My ears were filled by my heartbeat and the drone of his grunting and whispers; I could taste the salt of a tear on my lips and feel his fingers pressed deep into my flesh at hip and butt cheek. He pushed one more time and I felt the thick mat of his pubic hair caress my flesh. Once more, his grunt synchronized to my groan, and his hipbone pressed against my butt cheeks, his balls swinging against mine as he finally managed to bury himself in me to the hilt. I was at his mercy, his thick man meat buried deep inside me and his hands pinning me to the bed. The pain burned bright, long tendrils of agony up my spine and wrapped around his shaft. And I was rock hard against the pillows and sheets, a warm dampness against my groin from my own pre-cum. I enjoyed the powerless feeling, liked being used and surrendering control so totally even as I gritted my teeth against the pain. He ground against me, stretching my mauled hole around his girth with every rocking motion of his hips as I squirmed and whimpered. Then he withdrew slowly, pulling out almost half way before pushing back into my burning flesh and ripping me open further with little shoves and rolling thrusts against my weary brown-eye. For the next few eternal minutes he pummeled me into total submission. He would withdraw slowly and then slam into me hard and fast. His hips pressed against my tender ass, he'd twist and push while I writhed and groaned under him. I scrabbled at the sheets, fists clenched around the cotton; he held me firmly, my hips bruising under his grip. Every time he impaled me, my balls tightened and my cock throbbed. When my nerves finally numbed under his assault I could feel him filling me up completely with an occasional jab of pain as he ripped into me. I started moaning against the sweat and tear-damp sheets and pushing back to meet his thrusts. I tasted salt on my lips, breathed in sex and musk and heard only the rhythmic slap-and-grunt of flesh meeting flesh as he fucked me. His long strokes and hard thrusts turned to more urgent, vicious stabs and his breathing quickened as he grew even harder and swollen inside me. He tensed up, growling, and pulled me back hard against his hips; he panted and groaned and then held still. He let out a drawn out moan as he paused, his cock buried to the base in me- I could feel him pulse and spasm against my insides, his coarse pubic hair scratching my red and tender ass cheeks. He relaxed at last and pulled out from my battered flesh with a low, wet sound. We were both panting and my legs were trembling- I had been near, so near to climax; my balls ached with pent up pressure and my cock felt ready to burst. Then he flipped me on my back with a sudden twist, rolling me off the pile of bedding as my legs finally collapsed. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at him. His cock was still hard, dripping with a pearly wetness that was streaked with red- I could feel his seed leaking out in a warm, slow caress down my crease. A thin sheen of sweat made his dark skin gleam in the light as he kneeled on the edge of the bed and pulled my legs up and out to wrap around his waist. My bruised entrance was still gaping from our screwing. He bumped and rubbed his slick head between my cheeks for a few seconds before finding his way in and pushing past my aching ring with a low moan. I groaned as the new angle made him brush against new nerves and push in even deeper than before, my legs tightening around his waist involuntarily and drawing him deeper. He let his weight sink his whole shaft into my flesh. I panted and clenched my eyes at the ripples of renewed pain; it was an effort to breathe as he pinned me down and ground his hips against mine. He straightened and rested his hands on my waist. My legs were draped high around his hips as he withdrew about halfway before plunging back into my ass. As he started pounding into me, I cried out. Waves of pain and flashes of pleasure ran up my nerves as he settled into a hard rhythm that slapped my own engorged cock against my stomach. The smack of flesh on flesh was a faint undertone to the blood rushing in my ears and my broken breathing. First Explorations Ch. 04 I reached down and grabbed my cock to keep it from lurching painfully around; I moaned as his pummeling yanked my hand up and down my swollen shaft. Almost reflexively I started jerking off in time to his thrusts. He mumbled encouragement and increased his pace as my flesh tightened around him in response to the new stimulation. I groaned through gritted teeth, pumping my hand faster as my ass squeezed his meat while he fucked me. His quickening thrusts made me beat off more urgently. With every plunge of his cock, he filled me up- a dull ache of pressure against my torn and numbed nerves. Again and again he pummeled me, the occasional slice of pain or ripple of pleasure sliding up my spine and making my balls swell and ache, adding to the roiling sensation at the base of my dick. As I jerked off more urgently, I clenched harder and faster around his shaft. I was poised between pleasure and pain, my orgasm approaching fast as I pumped my hot, damp shaft at the same pace as he pummeled my burning ass. I tensed up and arched on the bed, pulling him deeper with my legs around his waist and milking his cock with the spasms of my asshole. "Fuck," I panted, "I'm coming..." "That's right, bitch, cum for me, fucking cum for me." He closed his eyes and rode me with hard and furious thrusts. I clenched my teeth as I cried out and clenched my hole around his rod as I came. It hurt; the sudden release washed over me and left me gasping as I came harder than ever before. A hot, thick stream hit my stomach and chest. Heavy, salty drops fell on my cheek as I bucked and twisted under him Feeling me convulse around his tool as I came pushed him over the edge. He growled deep in his throat and tightened his hold on my waist as he pulled almost entirely out of my depth- and crashed into me, hard; he did it again, and again, spanking my bruised rear with his hips as he finally peaked with a guttural sound. I was still spurting warm seed, shaking with the relief of release, when he stopped his pounding once more. He tensed, rubbing his hips against me and grinding his cock within my flesh as he arched and hissed. I felt him jump and buck inside me as he started to come; he thrust in deeper, briefly, before pulling out completely with a moist sucking sound. Grunting, he exploded on me. I had glanced down when he pulled out, my head still swimming from my own climax. I saw the thin strand of spunk trailing from his tip down between my legs; I saw him blow his load on my chest and throat and face. Viscous gobs of semen hit my eyes, my cheeks and landed in my open, gasping mouth. I blinked away the tears and jizz, tasting his slightly sour taste on my tongue as well as a hint of my own; he was masturbating urgently with a soft squelching noise and still shooting his thick white cum on my chest and stomach in thick dollops. It was several seconds before he was fully drained and finally rested his hands on my thighs where they were still wrapped loosely around his waist. With a final grunt he slapped the side of my ass with a slimy hand and stood up slowly. He was covered in sweat, his damp skin glistening in the dying light and his scent strong and musky in the closed room. His drooping cock glistened with cum and a trace of blood, beading and dripping on me and then the floor as he headed for the bathroom. I could not move. The smell of his seed was strong and pungent where it mixed with my own; I could feel it slowly cooling and drying on my face and chest. I tasted him-salty and slightly sour- when I licked my dry lips, still trying to slow my breathing. My limbs trembled, my savaged asshole throbbed with a heartbeat of pain that I could feel even through numb nerves and bruised muscle. It matched the aftershocks of sensation from my prick and balls- tiny, rippling orgasms that kept a sporadic flow of cum dripping on my abdomen. A thin trickle of viscous fluid leaked from my torn ring to pool and cool under my ass. He had fucked me, well and truly; torn me up and used me, owned me and then marked me with his seed. I had loved it all. I was still lying on the sweat, cum and blood stained sheets when he got out of the shower, dressed and left. It was a long time before I finally managed to stand up, swaying and weak-kneed, covered in drying blood and dried spunk- tasting it, smelling of it, covered in it- and headed for the shower.