I spotted him at the gym late one night, the only other guy left. He was tall, thick with muscle, and when he peeled off his shorts in the locker room I got a real look at the bulge in his jock. It hung heavy, the outline of a fat cockhead pressing against the fabric. I couldnt stop staring. He caught me and smirked. You like what you see? he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, already half-hard in my own shorts. He stepped closer, grabbed my hand, and pressed it to his crotch. Thats what you want, isnt it? A huge cock to wreck that tight ass. My fingers wrapped around the thick shaft through the jock and I felt it twitch and swell. Fuck yeah, I said. Take me somewhere and fuck me with it.
We didnt even make it to his car before he had me on my knees in the empty shower room. He shoved his jock down and that monster cock sprang out, heavy, veined, already leaking. It had to be ten inches and thick as my wrist. I opened my mouth wide and he fed it to me, pushing past my lips until the fat head hit the back of my throat. Suck it, he growled, hands on my head. I gagged but kept going, spit running down my chin while I worked the shaft with both hands. He thrust shallow at first, then deeper, stretching my jaw until it ached.
Thats it, choke on that huge cock. Get it nice and wet for your hole.
By the time we got back to his apartment I was stripped and bent over the kitchen table. He kicked my legs apart and spat on my hole, rubbing the slick head of his cock against my entrance. Beg for it, he ordered. Please, I said, pushing back. Shove that huge cock in me. Fuck my ass. He didnt go slow. One hard shove and the head popped inside, stretching me wide. I groaned loud as inch after inch sank in, my hole burning then melting around him. He bottomed out with his heavy balls pressed to my ass and just stayed there, letting me feel every thick pulse. Tight fucking hole, he muttered, then started pounding.
Each thrust knocked the air out of me. That massive cock dragged over my prostate again and again until my own dick was dripping onto the floor. He grabbed my hips and railed me harder, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Take every inch, he said. You wanted the huge cock, now youre getting it. I reached back and spread my cheeks so he could go deeper. He laughed once, low and dirty, then pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. My legs shook. Pre-cum leaked from me in a steady stream.
He flipped me onto my back on the table, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in again. From this angle I could watch that thick shaft disappear inside me, my rim stretched shiny and red around it. He wrapped a hand around my throat, not choking, just holding, and fucked me with short, brutal strokes. Look at your hole swallowing my cock, he said. Greedy little slut. I moaned and jerked my own dick, close already. He slapped my hand away. You come when I say.
He pulled out, spun me around, and bent me over the back of the couch. This time he went slower, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he sank back inside. Then he picked up speed again, hips snapping, balls swinging against me. Sweat dripped off both of us. I reached between my legs and felt where we were joined, my fingers sliding around his thick base. Bigger than anything Ive ever taken, I gasped. Good, he said, and started hammering again.
When he finally let me touch myself I came in seconds, shooting across the couch cushions while my ass clenched around him. He didnt stop. He fucked me straight through it, using my spasming hole until I was whimpering. Then he pulled out, pushed me to my knees again, and stroked that huge cock over my face. Open, he ordered. I did, tongue out, and he painted my tongue, my lips, my cheeks with thick ropes of cum. Some landed in my mouth; I swallowed and showed him. He rubbed the head across my tongue to milk out the last drops.
We didnt stop there. He dragged me to the bedroom, bent me over the mattress, and worked that cock back inside while I was still loose and sloppy. This round was slower, deeper, almost lazy, but every thrust still felt massive. He reached around and stroked me until I got hard again, then made me come a second time with his cock buried to the hilt. When he finished he stayed inside me, grinding slow while he filled me up again, hot cum leaking out around his shaft.
Later, lying there wrecked and sore, he traced a finger around my puffy hole. You took it like you were made for it, he said. I just nodded, already thinking about the next time Id beg for that huge cock to split me open again.
