6 comments/ 30523 views/ 12 favorites Adult Personals - Unexpected Result By: 1970man Now, if you've read my previous stories on her (and, really, it's cool if you haven't), it's no secret that, for a while, I belonged to an online adult dating site. Well, it was more of a perv site, really. It was based in America and it was pretty uncommon to come across anyone that lived anywhere near me. Now, I'm pretty happy with my sex life. It's reasonably adventurous but not mind-blowingly so. Certainly, it's not as exotic as in my stories. I wrote those stories for some of the women with whom I became friends online, to avoid the usual, boring "you're so hot...I want to fuck you" shit that passes as conversation on those sites. For someone who, like me, is not really a natural writer, it can be difficult to finish off an erotic story because, well, by the time I get to the punchline I'm kind of aroused and find it hard to write. I hope this story doesn't alienate the small handful of people who have favourited me. But I digress. It's also no secret, from my profile, that I am just a little bi-curious. For a guy who's just bi-curious and not an outright bi-sex fiend, it's easy to be picky about what he likes -- not too young, about my age or a little older or younger, tidy cock, circumcised (sincerest apologies to all the uncut studs out there), toned but not ridiculously buff. You know, average. As I sat on that adult site, talking to women and the occasional guy, I was happy enough to check out the photos, appreciating the sexy bodies of both genders. As luck would have it, since I was really on there to meet women and appreciate an occasional cock, the first person with whom I struck up a friendship on this website who lived anywhere near me was a gay dude. At first it was friendly chat like "how's your luck been on this website?" Stuff like that. Then it graduated to an appreciation of each other's cocks (yeah, I'm not very good at selfies, so my profile had too many pictures of my cock on it) and discussions about sexual preferences and turn-ons. I admitted to him that I hadn't ever had sex with a man and was more or less straight. He appreciated my honesty in saying that was what I was there for and an occasional good-looking cock. His cock was amazing. It was smooth and long. Erect, it pointed upwards but then had a marked downward curve in it to a perfect, enlarged bell-end. From my reckoning, it was maybe ten inches long -- longer than mine. I don't know where he was from originally, but his skin was caramel and he had a kind-of South American look to him, I thought. My cock is smaller than that -- maybe two inches shorter and slightly less girth, pink. And it kind of points down, even when engorged. I started masturbating to pictures of his cock after a while, wondering what that smooth shaft would taste like, how those balls would feel in my mouth. Eventually, I admitted to him that I had been wanking to his pictures. He was pleased and admitted he'd done the same. We laughed about it, given that I was ostensibly straight. Then he started asking me what I imagined when I wanked to his photos. I told him that I imagined sucking his cock and balls. He liked that. I eventually told him that I imagined his cock sliding into my anus, that I wondered what that would feel like. It was a little while before he said that he couldn't believe we lived so close and hadn't met yet. I agreed to meet him at a pub in town but I got cold feet at the last minute. My heart was beating hard in my chest as I got ready to go and meet him and I just couldn't do it. I think he was angry for a while, but he eventually came back online. Re-introduced himself to me with a private message photo of that amazing cock of his and the words "masturbate to this then tell me what you were thinking." We came good and started chatting again. He suggested meeting again and this time we did. We went to the pub on a Saturday afternoon, had a few beers and chatted -- no pressure. There was a dichotomy between the casual chat we had at the pub and the increasingly sexual chat we had online. I was okay with this. The website was a place for that sort of thing, and there were plenty of willing participants for a bit of dirty talk. Then, on about our fourth pub visit, he eventually said "well, are you interested in mixing our online talk with real life?" I answered by draining my beer, putting the glass down on the bar and grabbing my car keys. He followed me in his car back to my house. Once we got inside, I didn't know what to do. I offered him a drink, which he declined. He complimented my decor and then we kind of went silent. Eventually he said "Well, I'll get us started then." He walked over to me and undid my belt and the front of my jeans and pulled them down. My cock was already hard, pressed against my boxers. "Hmm," he said, simply. He knelt down in front of me and pulled down my boxers. I instinctively pulled my t-shirt off over my head as his tongue emerged and licked the end of my cock. He looked up and said "It's just like it is in the photos." I laughed momentarily and then gasped as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. And then I lost myself in my head as I felt his tongue all over my balls and a couple of fingers slide in under them and toy at the outside of my asshole. My cock draped across his face as he massaged my asshole with his fingers. He kept on there, sliding the tip of a finger into my ass as he slid my cock deep into his throat. I thought that I would cum straight away. It was one of the things that made me hesitant the first time to meet him, but somehow he was skilled enough to keep me on the brink without blowing my load straight down his throat. I was a little lost in this reverie for a while, my eyes closed as I felt his tongue rolling along the underside of my cock while it slid in and out of his mouth. I don't even know how long it was, but my mind was full of images of his body from the internet and I soon realised that I wanted to see it in the flesh. I awoke from my dreamlike state and, perhaps a little too suddenly, pulled my cock from his mouth. The look on his face suggested that he wondered if I was having second thoughts. I grinned to waylay this fear and shuffled over to the couch, where I sat down, removing my runners and socks so I could slide my jeans and boxers off fully. When he made to kneel between my knees, I stopped him and pointed to the middle of the room. He read my mind. He stood in the middle of the lounge room and kicked off his shoes. Then he slowly slid his t-shirt off over his head. Yep, I was liking this. Buff, but not too buff. Smooth. Then he undid his belt and the button of his jeans. Slowly, he slid the zipper down and bent down to slide his jeans off. As he rose again to his full height (a good few inches taller than me) he kicked his jeans off and stood there in a tiny pair of briefs that barely covered his engorged manhood. He was about to pull them down when I stopped him. "No," I said, "stop there for a second. Now, turn around and spread 'em." I only then realised, as he turned around, that his briefs were, in fact, a thong. I couldn't help but let out an appreciative moan. I went over to him and knelt down behind him. I reached between his legs from behind and took that huge cock in my hand, rubbing from top to bottom and feeling his balls, usually so loose and pendulous in his photos, constrained inside the tiny fabric. Oh yes, he was endowed. I stood up, put my hand between his shoulders and pushed him forward. He took hold of his own thighs and slid his hands down his legs as I pushed, coming to a stop just below his knees. I then dropped to my knees again behind him and brought my face closer to his arse. Sliding my finger under the thing string that ran between his buttocks, I pulled it aside to reveal his brown, puckered asshole. Mmm, I'm gonna have that. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and touched the wrinkled skin of his sphincter. Then more insistently, I began lapping at the tight, puckered hole. He squirmed a little and moaned as I pushed my pointed tongue hard to his asshole. Settling in, I really started working it over, wetting him up good and then slowly sliding my middle finger into his anus. I finger-fucked him with one finger for a while as I slathered the area with saliva from my watering tongue. I could feel his cock growing, pressing hard against the lycra of his thong. His quiet moans of pleasure also indicated that he was enjoying this. Encouraged, I slid my index finger in next to the middle one. It felt so bad, finger-fucking a guy. Every now and then, I would pull my fingers from his anus and suck then, wetting them up as I tasted the essence of his arse. I could not believe what I was feeling under my hand, the swelling in that huge cock inside his thong. Meanwhile, the taste and scent of his asshole was driving me wild as well. My cock was swelling like it hadn't in a long time. My balls felt huge with potential. I needed that cock of his. And just as I thought this, he turned around. My fingers fell from his asshole and his lycra-clad cock was in my face. I couldn't help but take a playful nip at the huge schlong with my teeth. I had to have it. I stood up, turned around and headed off down the hall to the bedroom. He followed me at a short distance. In the bedroom, I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he came through the door. I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs, my cock unusually pointing straight up. In his hand, he held one of those little zippered pouches that you get in first-class on an air flight -- the ones with the mask and socks in it. It's an odd detail to remember, but I do. He threw it on the end of the bed and then moved over to me. He moved in between my thighs, pushing in close to me. I sat up straight, his cock encased in lycra in front of me. I could no longer wait. I took hold of the thin straps around his hips and pulled the thong down. His fat cock swung up and out from behind the garment. Sweet Jesus, that thing was huge. It was smooth and thick. He was hairless. His balls hung like lead weights underneath the thick shaft as I slid the thong off of him. As I looked up again, the huge thing was in my face. The perfectly-shaped head of his cock actually slid across my lips. In that split second I felt a pulse in it and its warmth. It was irresistible to me. And I was way past anything I'd ever experienced before, so why stop now? With his cock already resting on my lips, it was a small step to open my mouth and slide my lips over and around that huge and perfectly-shaped cock-head. Then slowly he started sliding his fat cock deeper into my mouth. Then I pulled back and released his cock from my mouth. I wanted to taste it properly. I ran my tongue in a big circle around the head and then licked, wetly, down the underside of his shaft, taking wet little sucks with my lips, like eating an ice cream. I licked all the way to the point where his balls hung below the shaft, pushed my tongue into that crevice. Then I took one big stroke with my tongue from the base to the tip of this fat cock. Honestly, it was the first time I really understood the link between food and sex -- I just wanted to eat this thing. Then I dropped to my knees in the floor between his thighs and licked back down the shaft. Holding his cock up, I ran my wet tongue all over his pendulous balls. They retracted a little, tightening up in his scrotum. I wet his balls up good, licking and sucking over them, then under them, licking his perineum, around to his asshole and then back again, taking both balls in my mouth at once. They were huge and I could feel them twitch on my tongue. Then I ran my tongue back up the length of his cock and took the huge slug into my mouth again. In this vulnerable position, he grabbed my head with two hands and slowly, mercilessly, pushed his fat cock down my throat. It was a hard sell, I gagged a little, but then the huge member descended into my throat. I couldn't believe what I was capable of! Just as my nose rested on his smooth skin and his balls hung against my chin, he pulled back slightly, then pushed it back home. And again. He was fucking my throat mercilessly. I made gurgling, moaning noises as he rammed that enormous meat down my throat. I held onto his thighs tightly as he rammed into me. It was a relief when he eventually pulled his cock from me. It was soaked with my saliva. Some actually dripped from the end of his cock. Then he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my feet before turning me around roughly. I was a little apprehensive to say the least, but I knew what he wanted. I climbed onto the bed, on my knees, with my arse pointing in the air. He reached over to the little satchel and unzipped it, pulling out a little tube of lubricant. He squeezed a generous serving onto my asshole and then started massaging it with a finger onto my tight sphincter, pushing some inside. My asshole dilated easily as he pushed a finger inside, lubricating my hole nicely. Then I felt the finger slide out of me and after a minute felt his knob, like a squash ball, press against my anal sphincter. I reached around, my shoulders dropping to the bed, and pulled my buttocks apart. There was a stretching sensation and a little pain as I felt him press the head of his cock hard against my asshole and then a slight relief as I gaped and the fat knob slid in. Immediately, my asshole tightened around the rim of his knob. A little more relief. But then he started to push some more and I realised the taper at this end of my cock meant that the shaft was getting fatter as it slid in. Again the stretching and pain but I didn't think for one second to tell him to stop. Deeper that fat slug slid, pushing further into my anus. He was very careful, sliding it slowly into me. It seemed to go on forever, but then eventually I felt the warmth of his body pressed against my buttocks and I knew his cock was completely buried in my willing anus. Then he started to slide back, extracting maybe a third of his cock from my tight asshole before sliding it back into its full depth again. Then out a little further the second time, before ramming it back home. Slowly this repeated, getting a little harder and deeper each time. With time his cock was sliding in and out of my willing anus hard and pretty fast. Each jab at my prostate sent a ripple through my own cock and I reached back and started stroking it. He slammed and slammed, filling my asshole with his cock, while I slid my hand up and down my own. Any initial trepidation at my first male-male sex was gone by now as I pumped myself. Then I felt him slow down the pumping. And then he slowly, very slowly, pulled his fat cock from my asshole. I gripped it tightly with my ass-muscles as he slid it out. There was a momentary pause as the head of his cock reached the opening and then it popped out, leaving my anus feeling empty. "Turn over on your back," he said. Of course, I complied. His cock stood proud and glistening as he took hold of my legs and pushed then back over my head. He moved in closer and I felt that amazing cock-head at the entrance to my anus again. Again, there was the slight pain, tingling and stretching sensation as that fat knob entered my asshole and the glorious stretching as the taper of his fat cock slid into me, filling me. I grabbed my own cock again as his reached full depth in my anus and I felt his balls against me. Then he began the slow buildup again, sliding his cock just a couple of inches from me before ramming it home, building up to eventually slam-fucking my arse. He was really ramming it into me, pulling it almost all the way out, then slamming it fully into me again. Slamming, slamming. Fuck me, it was magnificent. I pumped my own cock furiously now. It seemed like a very long time that he was pounding my arse, but my own cock was ready too soon for me. I wanted more, but my cock started dribbling a little pre-cum. Knowing I was about to cum, he pushed my hand aside and took over. Skilfully, as he slammed my arse, he also pumped my cock and inside a minute I blew my load. Now, I'm usually a sprayer rather than a shooter, but in this position, with his fat shaft buried in my anus, I really blew. Two long shots flew up my body and landed in the hollow of my neck. A couple more landed on my chest and then my cock just spewed for a little while. I was covered. It must have been the catalyst for him, because a few seconds after I had finished he groaned that he was about to cum. He didn't have to tell me, I could feel his cock swelling and twitching in my arse. "Do it in me," I said, causing him to pound a little harder. In a few seconds he threw his head back and I could feel his release in my asshole. I felt three huge spurts of cum enter me and then it just blurred into a feeling of being filled as his cock spewed like a volcano deep inside me. The feeling was indescribable. Slowly, he retracted his fat cock from me again. This time he left just the head in my anus for a little while, breathing heavily. When he finally pulled out, a strand of his cum stretched from my asshole to the end of his cock momentarily before breaking and dropping to the floor. I dropped my feet to the floor and he looked down at me. Then he bent over and licked the cum from my cock, from my pubic hair, from my chest and finally from the hollow of my neck. He swirled it around inside his mouth for a second and then swallowed. And then he just walked around to the other side of the bed and lay down, his cock still standing proudly. After a second he found a remote next to the bed and turned on the TV. There was football on. I straightened up on the bed and watched for a bit before asking him is he wanted a beer. Then we just lay on the bed watching football for about 45 minutes and drinking beer. At three-quarter time in the football match, and a few beers down, I looked over. His cock was soft now, but still huge. It still glistened from its time in my anus. I couldn't help myself. I reached down and grabbed hold of it. It reacted immediately, a slight swelling in my hand. Then I moved down and licked along its length, bottom to top. It smelt and tasted of sweat and arse. At the top, I took the knob into my mouth and sucked. Slowly I slid it deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the underside of his shaft as it slid into my throat. The feeling of a man's cock swelling up in my mouth was fantastic. It didn't take long for him to be fully erect again. As I deep-throated his awesome cock, he held the back of my head, pushing me down on it. Then I turned myself around and straddled his face, lowering my own cock to his waiting mouth. We sucked each other's cocks for a while before I turned and asked him if he wanted me to fuck his arse. "Plenty of time for that," he said. "Why don't you sit back and let me see to you?" I shuffled around and sat myself up against the wooden frame at the foot of the bed. My cock wet with saliva and fully on-call, I hooked my arms over the high frame and waited for a second. He crawled over to me and took my staff in his hand, dripping some saliva on the end. He slathered the drool around on my cock-head with his tongue then took a grip on it, spreading the eye of my penis open and sliding his pointed tongue into the small hole. Then he engulfed it. Firmly massaging my balls, he deep-throated my cock, he ran his tongue all over the underside, he sucked, he swallowed. It was amazing. He took me to the edge of cumming and then drew me back. It was amazing how he was able to almost make me cum and then stop me from cumming. He'd slide my cock from his mouth occasionally and suck messily on my balls and then slide my cock back into his mouth. He kissed the shaft, licked it, swallowed it again. Adult Personals - Unexpected Result Ch. 02 It had been a few weeks now since my first man-fuck with the guy I met on the adult dating site. Memories of it swirled through my brain a lot and I couldn't help wanting to do it again. But my friend was away interstate and there's no way I was game enough to try and hook up with someone new. Now, I'd better give my friend a name for the purposes of this story. Let's just call him John. That's easy. Now, as I said the last time, I had always had some bi-curiosity, but also always been more attracted to women - still am. But in the couple of weeks after fucking with John, thoughts of his cock stuffing my arsehole and the taste of his semen in my mouth filled my thoughts. I just couldn't get the image of his cock out of my head, nor the scent of his body out of my nostrils. So, I was really pleased when he finally returned to town on a Sunday morning. His online profile, quiet for those weeks, was again updated with pictures of that hot, hot cock. I private-messaged him straight away, asking him when he might be ready for a re-match. I was a little disappointed that there was no reply, but then my heart skipped a beat less than an hour later when my front doorbell rang. When I had messaged him before, I had changed into briefs from my usual boxers and slid on some track pants for easy access, in anticipation. Even in my disappointment at not receiving a reply, my cock was half-ready. But I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I opened the door. There was John, smiling at me, accompanied by a second guy. Now this was pure porn. The guy was huge. I mean, if I'm to be honest, I'm below-average height. But even by the standards of those around me, this guy was huge. His arms were like tree-trunks, his skin so dark, his hair shaved down to a number one. Both of them wore singlet-tops. John had track pants on as well. His friend wore khaki shorts and trainers with no socks. John was carrying his little pack of supplies. "This is Dave," John said. Dave extended a huge hand to shake mine and said he was pleased to meet me in a broad Australian accent that at first seemed at odds to his African appearance. He seemed friendly enough. I invited them inside. Once inside, Dave's demeanour changed immediately, however. He loomed over me and said "mm, nice." And that was all. He grabbed me and turned me around, pulling me to him. I felt his bulge against my back as he unceremoniously slide a hand down the front of my track pants and inside my briefs and took hold of my half-stiff cock. "Mmm-hmm," he said, pushing his cock harder against me, "This will be fun." John put a hand on my shoulder, noticing the slightly hesitant look on my face, and said "It's okay. He's good!" "Oh yeah," said Dave as he massaged my growing cock, "I'm good." John suggested that we go and sit down in the lounge room and that I should get some beers, which I dutifully did. As I pulled the beers from the fridge, my mind was racing. Fear and trepidation filled me but were pushed aside by a growing excitement and horniness. I returned to the lounge room, where the guys were sitting at either end of the sofa. I handed then their beers and went to sit down. "Uh-uh," said Dave, "first let's see what you got." He directed me to the middle of the room, where I took off my t-shirt and slid down my pants. Not a great body but not too shabby, I always thought. Dave nodded approval at my swelling cock in my tiny briefs and beckoned me over. He leaned forward and cupped the bulge in my briefs, rubbing it firmly, making it grow more. "Yep, pretty good," he said, turning to John. Then, leaning back, he said "but have a go at this." He took a firm hold of the huge bulge that ran down one leg of his shorts. I knelt down between his huge thighs and rubbed the enormous slug through the canvas of his shorts. It was seriously huge. Then I undid the button of his shorts and slid the zip down. I reached inside and wrapped my hand around the enormous cock inside, then slowly slid it out. No underwear, just pure, unadulterated cock. It was still not fully hard, but already huge. I estimated it was slightly shorter than John's but at least 50% bigger in girth. Fuck, it was enormous - and cut, which only emphasised its enormous heft. For a moment I just squatted there, holding it in my hand, looking at it. It made my hand look small. To be honest, I wondered how I was going to get it in my mouth. But, God, I wanted it in my mouth. "Well?" said Dave. Slowly I lowered my mouth to the enormous slug. My lips parted around the huge, dark knob and it slid into my mouth. Fuck, his cock tasted good and I wanted it. I pulled the knob from my mouth and licked the underside of Dave's shaft from base to tip, coating it in saliva. Then I licked my way along the top of it. Fuck, this huge member turned me on. My own cock throbbed in my briefs as I took the huge thing into my mouth again. As I tried to take more of that gorgeous cock into my mouth, I could feel it growing. A little disconcerting, but I just wanted it in me. I kept sliding further onto it, swirling my tongue underneath it as it penetrated to my throat. Then slowly, my lips tight around it, I slid it out to the rim of the knob before sliding back down on it again. I felt the pulse in his cock, now, I hoped, fully engorged. As I slide my mouth up and down that tasty meat, I caught sight of John out the corner of my eye, getting up from the couch. Whatever. I had the hottest, fattest cock I'd ever known buried in my throat. And some pretty wicked balls in my hand as well. I felt John's hand on my arse, sliding up and down outside the fabric of my briefs with a finger pushing into the cleft between my buttocks. I slid Dave's cock from my mouth and said, simply, "oh yes" over my shoulder before turning back, burying my face beneath that fat cock and sucking on his tasty balls. John pushed harder between my butt-cheeks and I could feel just the layer of fabric between his finger and my sphincter. As I continued to suck Dave's balls, his slug draped across my face, I propped myself up on my knees with my arse in the air. John reached between my legs and took a firm hold on my fattened cock. He seemed happy, playing, so I went back to sucking Dave's huge cock while John pulled my briefs up between my butt-cheeks and started biting and licking at my arse whilst massaging my cock. I felt him pull away, not really able to see what he was doing for a while, as I just slammed Dave's cock into my throat now. Then I felt John pull my briefs down and felt his tongue on my anus. He licked it up good for a few minutes, wetting up my anus, before I then felt his slick, oiled cock-knob at my opening. I gasped around Dave's cock as I felt that familiar knob push against and then slide into my anus. As John's long, tapered cock slid deeper into my arsehole, Dave's fat, throbbing shaft slid deeper into my throat. Fuck, this was an amazing feeling. Two fat cocks, skewering me. By the time John's cock was all the way in me, Dave's was as deep as it could go in my throat. Then John started that familiar, slow build-up from a languid in-and-out slide to, before too long, fucking my anus like a champion. The rhythm ruined my cock-sucking, so I took to sliding my tongue and face all over Dave's cock and balls. Dave pushed my face hard against his cock and just started kind of writhing, rubbing his cock all over it, while John now was pumping my cock with a oil-slick hand while he pounded my anus. I was so fired-up that I didn't last long. With Dave's cock once again sliding in and out of my throat and John burying his cock deeper in my anus with each thrust, the first dribbles of pre-cum slipped from my own cock as John pumped it. Then, with a shudder, my cock burst. The first rope of my semen crashed into the floor audibly as John kept pumping my cock. Then, like a waterfall, stream after stream of sticky, warm fluid spilled from me onto the floor like a waterfall, gathering in a thick puddle on the carpet. Dave was now leaned-over to one side, watching my cock spasm its load onto the carpet. "Damn" was all he could say. But then he slid his cock from my mouth and knelt down on the floor. To my shock, he lowered his face to it, sucked up the big puddle of semen and then positioned himself under me to suck my spent cock clean. All the while John continued to pound my arse raw. Once Dave had cleaned up my cock, he stood up and just watched John fuck me. I was moaning hard by now and my cock was starting to tingle again. But not as much as John's. As his slick cock slid in and out of my eager anus, I could feel that twitch in it and I knew he was close. Watching him over my shoulder, I saw his head was thrown back and he buried his fingers into the flesh of my butt and his cock into me. With a deep, growling moan, he blew his load. I felt the warm, sticky cum shoot into my bowels, burst after burst, and the loud squelching sound as his pistoning cock slid around the sticky mess filling me. After a second or two, he slowed down, languidly sliding his cock in and out still. Finally, he slid it from my arsehole and leaned back. I felt the wet head of his cock slide down the back of my thigh as he moved. His breath was heavy, but he did stand up. I moved to get up too, but Dave said "uh-uh. You stay there." With that, John sat down on the couch in front of me and presented his gorgeous cock for my attention. Not hesitating, I took the shiny cock into my mouth, relishing the way I was able to slow down the speed with which it shrunk and the taste of my arse on his pole. Fuck, his cock was beautiful. Then I became aware of Dave's hand on my arse, his finger sliding deep between my cheeks to my anus. He slid his finger straight in my loosened arse and followed it with his tongue. He was getting it nice and wet again. I knew what was coming and I was a little apprehensive. But there was nothing I could do, as I felt that fucking enormous cock head sitting at the entrance to my hole. He was pressing hard and I was glad for the minute that John had loosened up my fuckhole before. Then I felt that massive head slide past my sphincter. I felt some relief as my arsehole wrapped around the base of that massive cock-head. But then I felt the beginnings of the shaft sliding into my anus. I was being stretched like never before and again I was thankful that John's cock had warmed me up because Dave was not stopping. Inexorably that fat slug slid deeper into me. It didn't have the taper of John's cock; it was just fat all the way along. Deeper it slid, filling my anus like it had never been filled before. It was well-lubricated, so it slid in reasonably easily but, sweet Jesus, my arse was being stretched. Somewhere between sheer ecstasy and unconsciousness, the huge slug bottomed-out. It was buried to the hilt in my arse and I could feel Dave's balls against my skin. I breathed a slight sigh of relief and went back to John's cock, which I had been holding in my hand the whole time. Sliding my mouth over it again, I tasted, once more, the flavour of his meat and my arse on one pole. Dave started sliding his cock backwards now. His technique was similar to John's - a slow, languid sawing motion, his cock sliding slowly in and out of me as my sphincter gripped on the gorgeous shaft. Then an almost imperceptible increase in speed, about a second for each in and out. I sucked, licked and bit at John's cock and balls lasciviously as Dave rammed his thick, dark cock into me. With time, Dave was now pounding my arse hard and fast. With each slam of his pelvis against my butt a ripple ran through my body and I could feel his pendulous balls swing between my parted thighs, occasionally slapping against mine as I swallowed John's cock. Dave grunted deeply every single time that he rammed his cock into me. Then he placed a huge hand on my back and pushed me down. John's cock slid from my mouth as Dave pulled me backwards slightly and my shoulders flopped to the floor, my arse in the air. Dave repositioned himself slightly, pulled my arse-cheeks apart so far I felt he was going to rip me in half, and started slamming harder, faster and deeper into me as I pushed my arse back towards him. It was a frenzy of speed-fucking. And then it happened. I could feel every ridge, every vein in his cock as it twitched and jerked inside of me and then exploded. I thought John spurted hard, but Dave was another world. I could feel the cum pulse into me, not just filling me, but seemingly hitting the sides as it burst forth into my willing anus. Spurt after spurt, he was not stopping. It was an eruption of semen deep inside of me, filling me like a meat balloon. Dave moaned loudly as he spewed maybe seven or eight massive eruptions of cum into me. Eventually it slowed to a mild spew before stopping. And then Dave stopped sliding it into me, just holding my arse open and resting that fat slug inside of me for a few minutes. My body was slick with sweat. Fucking hell. And then, with almost as much pressure as I felt when it went in, his cock slid from me. There was a momentary pause as my anus closed around the rim of his cock-head, and then a burst as his cum-soaked cock-head slid from me. I could feel my sphincter spasm, gaping open for a second and then contracting. Dave hooted and then fell to the floor. My arsehole was wrecked and soaked. Then my knees finally gave way and I fell to the floor, spent and full of jism. I remember hearing John say "oh yeah!" but that was it. I dreamed off for a few minutes. I woke from my reverie presently, got up and pulled on some clothes. "Pub?" I enquired. We all agreed, got dressed and headed down the local for a few pots, like it was just the most natural thing in the world for me to sit on a bar stool drinking a beer with a sore anus and my bowels full of cum. Adult Personals - Unexpected Result Ch. 03 Author's note - I interrupt my upload of poorly-written decades old fantasies (more of those later) for a recent update on the story of meeting John on the adult personals site. ***** The weekend was freezing. Winter had come to my town a bit late but with a vengeance. I sat alone at home wondering what to do with the weekend. For those of you from the northern hemisphere, Australian winters are not as fierce as yours, but we're not really used to it when they're fiercer than normal, so I was really feeling it. Now, you may recall my earlier recounts of meeting up with John, the guy that I met on an adult website and with whom I explored my bisexuality. Well, we have still been in touch, but by this weekend, I hadn't undertaken any 'activities' with him for a while as I went back and got back into hetero life. And surprisingly well, I might add. I amazed myself. But things had dried up for a while and when the weather called a stop to G-rated outdoor activities I sat at home feeling a bit horny in a house that is not well-insulated. Hell, I'd even started uploading old stories from two decades ago onto Literotica to pass the time. I did know, however, one person who had a house that was always kept toasty-warm, and that was John. I texted him. "Hey there. What you up to?" I texted. The response was not long coming. "Well, well, stranger," he texted, "Not much. Come around?" "Sure, why not? Give me 45." I had a quick shower, pulled on a hoodie and tracky pants and jumped in my car. I got to John's house and knocked on the door. I knew he would be looking out the peephole, so I gave a two thumbs-up. And then the door opened, just a crack. "Come in," he said, "and don't bring the cold in with you." I squeezed in the barely-opened door and immediately knew why he didn't want the cold seeping in. The house was almost too warm and John was dressed in only a tiny, shiny-blue Speedo. I followed him into the overheated living room, where the football was playing on the telly. He slumped down low on the sofa, his legs spread and his fat cock stretching the shiny lycra of his Speedo. "You won't be needing those winter clothes in here, Old Mate," he said. I stood there and pulled off my hoodie and hesitated for a second with my track-pants. He looked up at me. "Okay," he said, "stay there. I'll give you a hand." He dropped to his knees in front of me and started lowering my track-pants. A little further and my cock sprung from the pants. "No underwear," he said, "that's a bit presumptuous." But obviously not enough to make him care for too long. Taking a hold of my cock, he sloppily licked it from base to tip, along its underside. Then he slowly took my cock into his mouth and started sucking, rolling his tongue around underneath its length as it disappeared into his throat. Cupping a hand under my balls, he took them in his mouth and sucked them for a while too, before returning to sucking my cock. The fingers of his ball-cupping hand started to probe around my anus and I felt a finger slide into my arse, just up to the first knuckle. Soon my cock was taking a huge working over. He slid his tongue all over its length, sucked my balls, throated my cock. It was hard to stand up straight. All the while, his finger slid deeper into my anus, and then a second finger. Needless to say, after my short sex-drought, I didn't last long. Soon I exploded, my cock only part-buried in his mouth. He caught most of it, but a couple of splashes of hot ivory semen splashed onto his face. After he sucked me dry and licked me clean, he sat back down on the sofa and directed me to go to the kitchen and get a couple of beers. After grabbing from beers from the kitchen, I came back in and slumped, naked, on the sofa next to him. This was one of the cool things, just sitting back, chilling. But soon I got restless. I wanted to taste that fantastic cock of his. I put my beer down on the table, moved around and knelt between his knees. Leaning in, I kissed his inner thigh, licking up it, until my face was buried in the crevice between his lycra-clad cock and his thigh, and I was tasting the delicious skin at the base of his cock. I loved the sensation. His fat cock, encased, pressing against my cheek and steaming hot. I swapped sides to his other inner thigh, before wrapping my mouth around the lycracock. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing it, as I engulfed his cock with my mouth. I had to have it. I swayed back, took a hold of the waistband of his Speedo and liberated that magnificent coffee-coloured man-meat. As ever, it held me in awe for a second before I lowered my mouth into it, taking that tasty flesh into my throat. I love the feeling when his cock continues to expand while it's buried in my mouth and I repaid the feeling by giving him my best blowjob. I knew he would last a while, so I gave it my all - slow then fast, licking then sucking, balls then cock, my tongue lashing around his flavoursome meat, working around underneath to his arsehole. I was working him over good when I felt him squirm and twist a little. He was reaching over his shoulder to the table behind the couch. I knew what he was reaching for but I kept sucking cock. After another minute, he took a handful of my hair and pulled my face off his cock. He looked at me and motioned to the floor. I turned around onto my hands and knees and felt a squirt onto my arsehole. He worked the lube into and around my arse and then I heard the click of the lid to the lube closing. A second later I felt the squash-ball knob of his cock pressed against my sphincter. Slowly I opened up as he pushed his cockhead into me. I'd had a couple of cocks in me by now, but it still felt painfully tight as I felt that bulb enter me. Slowly, as per usual, he pushed his tapered cock deeper into my arsehole, stretching it further as he entered. When he reached full depth, he slid his cock out slightly - the familiar feeling from the last times - before sliding its length back into me. As before, he started slowly, sliding his cock in and out of me to its full length, withdrawing it until just the head was inside me, then slamming it back hard. Then slowly, steadily, he increased the pace. No words, just panting and grunting from both of us - me with the pleasure-pain of having that tapered meat sliding into me, he from the tight anus he was pounding. He was unstoppable today. He just kept pounding into me, his thighs slapping my buttocks. Still, just groaning, until I let some words out. "Fuck, I fucking love having my arsehole pounded," I said. He kind of laughed and then stopped. What the fuck? "Love having your arse pounded?" he said, slyly, "hmm." With that, his fat cock slid from my arsehole, leaving me empty and bewildered. "Take a seat," he said, standing up. I sat back down on the couch, grabbed my beer and went back to watching the footy. Still - what the fuck? John grabbed his phone from the table behind the couch and started punching out a text message. No point arguing, I thought. After a while, he came back and sat down next to me. "What's the score?" he asked casually. We watched another 15 minutes of footy, and then the doorbell rang. John got up to answer and returned with a crowd. There was Dave, from a previous encounter, who nodded to me in recognition, and three other guys. "Guys," said John, "my friend here just told me he loves having his arsehole pounded. I think we can oblige him that, don't you?" The blokes stood around nodding, a couple of them already unzipping their jeans. As the three new guys and Dave stripped down, John instructed me. He told me to lie over the overstuffed arm of the sofa with my bum in the air and to stay there until everyone had had their fill. I was about to get gang-fucked. Then, without explanation, he put a glass tumbler and a pack of condoms on the coffee table. One of the new guys went over, tore open a condom wrapper and slid the rubber onto his fucking enormous pink cock before lining up behind me. He paused momentarily as the doorbell rang again. Again John disappeared to answer it, as I felt a squirt of lube and some rough fingers on my arsehole. John returned with three more guys and a stunning blonde woman, maybe in her mid twenties, great tits. He repeated the previous words to the new guys as the girl wandered over and sat on the second sofa, facing me. I remained bent over the arm of the bigger sofa and felt a huge cock pushing at my anus. She smiled sympathetically. I gave her a sort of "m'eh" smile. To use the overused word, it was a very surreal moment. To say I was apprehensive would be an understatement. But I had earlier let slip that I love cock up my arse, so I was prepared to cop it. Then my attention was diverted by the giant slug being pushed into my arsehole. Honestly, I don't know where John finds his mates, but they all have huge cocks. This one really stretched my arse as it slid deep inside me, making me wince. By the time the huge cock was buried to the hilt in my anus, my own cock was hard again. Mercifully, it hung down the outside of the arm of the sofa, so wasn't getting too crushed. Now, sometimes in the throes of ecstasy my mind wanders a little. And I remember thinking that I'd never been arse-fucked by a cock wearing a condom and I couldn't really feel any difference. I mean, I suspect that getting my butt stretched so bad negated any extra sensations, but it seemed an adequate compromise. By the time I came back from this thought, the big guy was really pounding into my arse. I glanced around the room. There was a real party atmosphere. The other guys (seven?) milled around, some naked, some in underwear, drinking beers and chatting and laughing. The girl, her shapely pins showing off beneath her short skirt, was amongst them, just enjoying the party mood. I have a bad habit of not knowing how long anything has been going on. I do it at work - lose track of time. But I especially do it during sex. So, I don't know how long this guy had been pounding my tight arsehole. But I knew he was getting close. I used to think it was bullshit, feeling when the cock inside you was about to explode. But I could tell with this guy. He wasn't just thrusting into me, his cock was throbbing. And he was getting louder too, I noticed. Then, with a deep, throaty growl, I knew he was cumming. Now, here was a difference with condoms. The guys who had fucked me before - they came in buckets, and you can feel when their semen starts filling you. This guy, draining into his rubber, didn't give me that feeling. And when he pulled his cock from me, maybe there was not the same feeling of completion. But pull his cock from me, he did. I shuffled around a little, to get comfortable, and the next guy in the train must've thought I was trying to get up. He shoved me hard, so my face was in the seat of the sofa, and unceremoniously slammed his cock to its full length into me in one go. He was as long as the last guy, but not as thick, which was a relief, because he was rough as fuck. He slammed my arsehole from the get-go. I held onto the base of the sofa for dear life as he sawed into me. It was then I noticed the peculiar ritual that John had been planning. The first guy that had fucked me was gingerly rolling the condom of his shrinking cock. When it was almost off, he pumped his remaining juice into the rubber receptacle before roughly wiping the end of his cock with the palm of his hand. He then held the condom at its very tip, held it over that glass tumbler that had been placed on the table, and milked all of his spunk out of it and into the tumbler. The white, sticky gloop splodged into the glass, puddling in an ivory pool at the bottom. He then dropped the wrinkled rubber bag onto a newspaper on the table. Although I was still not conscious of timing, the second guy noticeably didn't last as long as the first and soon blew his load into his rubber sack before pulling his cock from my arsehole. A third guy sidled in behind me, but didn't fuck me straight away. Instead he knelt down low, took my cock and sucked it for a minute or two. I watched guy number two empty his cum into the glass tumbler as the guy behind me moved up and started deeply tonguing my anus. The pool of spunk in the glass was now maybe a little more than a whisky shot in volume. As the guy behind me buried his tongue in my arse, Dave sidled up and sat in the sofa in front of me, in boxer shorts. He shuffled a little closer, reached into his shorts and pulled out his fat ebony cock. I didn't hesitate and engulfed the fat knob in my mouth. As I slid my mouth down over Dave's cock, the guy behind me eventually stood up, fingered my anus a little and then started sliding another fucking huge cock into my arsehole, ever so slowly. Slowly, deeper, he pushed his fat member, stretching my still unconditioned anus. Then he started fucking me, a similar technique to John's. Slow at first, withdrawing his penis most of the way out, then sliding its entire length back into my hungry arsehole. Meanwhile I slid my mouth up and down Dave's cock. And soon I was joined by another mouth. The girl had grown tired of the small talk, obviously, and was kneeling down, sucking on Dave's pendulous balls. And soon we were, together, giving Dave a great workover while guy number three revved up to be really pounding my arse. Now, I reckon it'll get pretty repetitive if I describe every fucking I got over the next hour and a half, but by the end of it John, Dave and six strangers had fucked my arsehole raw. One bloke fucked me twice. During the fucking, I sucked a few cocks with my new gal-pal. Jeez, I wanted to fuck her, too. But when it was done, I was spent. Fucked nine times, my arse stung like fuck, and when I tried to stand up, my legs were like jelly. I had to be helped up. Meanwhile, now sitting on the floor-vent for the heater, there was the glass tumbler of cum. Now, they reckon the average volume of male ejaculate is 10mL - not that any of these blokes were average. That's, give or take, 90mL (remember the one guy who fucked me twice). I knew, pretty early on, what the fate of that glass of cum was going to be. And 90mL of beer or water or coffee is one thing, but warm, viscous semen? I definitely wanted to give it a go! Only one thing for it, really! John picked up the tumbler off the floor and handed it to me. They say when you eat an oyster, just tip it into your mouth and swallow it down. Bullshit, suck it, chew it, enjoy it. And I applied the same approach to this glass of cum. Slowly I poured half of it into my mouth. Mmm, salty, a tiny bit of sweet, and musty. I rolled the first mouthful around on my tongue, swirled my tongue around my mouth, over my teeth and gums, sucked the cum between my teeth and swallowed. Licking my lips with my cum-coated tongue, I poured the remainder into my mouth and repeated. I had swallowed the loads of a crowd of men. Fuck it was delicious. I ran my finger around the inside of the glass wiping out as much semen as I could get, then sucked the fluid from my finger. After rolling my tongue around my gums again, I put the tumbler down on the coffee table with a thud and a look of triumph. Silence for a minute and then one guy let out an appreciative Yeah! My new gal-pal whooped and there was a short round of applause before we all just started milling around, drinking beer and talking shit. Needless to say, the day dragged into the evening and the night. My arse took more pounding and this time the guys were allowed to cum inside me. And I got to fuck a bit too. Which was nice. By midnight, nobody had left yet. Guys were still fucking each other, but I was sitting on the sofa with my new gal-pal straddling me and stroking my cock between her legs while we kissed passionately. "Did you drive here?" she asked me. I nodded. "Wanna get out of here then?" I nodded. She stood up off me and looked around to find her knickers while I got dressed. We left the guys without anyone noticing, my new friend with her knickers in her hand, and headed to my place. Adult Personals - Unexpected Result My head rolled back on my shoulders and I listened to the slurping noises he made as he sucked my cock and the moaning noises he made as he pumped his own. I was in another world, feeling that mouth and tongue all over my cock and balls. And then it happened. Without so much as a warning twitch, my cock exploded, filling his mouth with hot, sticky cum. It was almost as intense as before, a volcano of jism flowing into his mouth. He sucked every drop out of my cock and swallowed it all. The orgasm was exquisite. It seemed to last forever and the shudders through my body went on long after the last drop of semen had been sucked from my cock by his expert mouth and he was licking my spent cock clean. I was still twitching bodily a little when he pulled back and rolled back to the other end of the bed, leaning up against the wooden bed head. Eventually I lifted my head and looked to him. He smiled and made a magician's "ta-da" gesture, his arms spread wide. I laughed at that. Then I looked down and saw his astonishing cock, standing to attention, its large head beckoning me. I knelt down as pressed my lips to it, then slowly opened my mouth and slid the huge knob in. I sucked gently at first at the gorgeous flesh before slowly sliding down its length, taking his shaft deeper into my throat. With a hand wrapped around its base, I slid my mouth tightly up and down its length, mimicking the swirling tongue motions across the bottom of his cock as I slid it in and out, going deeper each time. I slid two fingers into his anus as I swirled up and down his beautiful, fat cock, massaging his balls with my palm as I penetrated his asshole. The flesh was smooth and the veins throbbed and grew as I sucked him deeply, feeling his cock-head deep in my gullet. I slid my mouth off the raging slug and licked it lasciviously, sucking on his balls as well. All the while, I finger-fucked his asshole before returning his cock to my mouth. As I sucked him, he pushed his hips upwards, fucking my throat, pushing his cock deeper into me. I could feel his heartbeat through the veins of his thick rod. He was holding my head tightly now, pushing his cock to my mouth, making it harder for me to slide it out on the backstroke. Eventually, his cock in a position only halfway in my throat, he let go. I felt the gush in my mouth as his cum streamed from his wet cock. I almost gagged as he filled my mouth with his fuck-juice. But I didn't want to swallow just yet. I sucked deep on that cock until he, too, had released all his seed. When he was done, I released his cock from my tightly-clamped lips, sucking the last vestiges of semen from him. Then I sat back, rolling his cum around in my mouth. I had expected it to taste unpalatable, but I loved it. I rolled my head back and pulled strands of cum from my mouth with my fingers before dripping them back into my mouth. I savoured the stuff like fine wine and then, with time, swallowed every last drop. Casually then, I turned and faced the TV. Casually, my anus and my belly filled with his cum, I sat with him and watched the rest of the football match, just like I would with anyone else. Except for the matter of being naked and with a spent and satisfied cock.