Salty, savory, intense. Delicious. The taste of Peter’s cum was fresh in my mouth after he had just minutes ago dumped a week’s worth of built up semen into it. Every breath I took spread his powerful essence throughout my olfactory system and a flush of hormones into my brain caused my dick to twitch. My cock would have gotten harder but it simply wasn’t possible at that point. I had finally gotten my hands (and mouth) on a meaty, heaving dick. A moment I had been dreaming of for so very long had more than met expectations. And despite my desire to take my own dick in my hand, pump it a few times, and shoot my built up load across the floor, I knew I had to hold off. And not just because I’m pretty sure Peter would be a little annoyed if painted his carpet with my semen, lol.
Peter was in the kitchen grabbing us a couple glasses of water. I admired him as I followed. It was still slightly embarrassing to me to be totally naked with someone else, especially with my boner sticking out in front of me. I had built up a bit of sweat with my oral efforts and my hands were sticky with a thick residue of pre-cum, cum, and saliva. I decided to wash them up so I wouldn’t get anything on Peter’s fine home furnishings so I walked to the kitchen sink and got on with it. While I rinsed the last of the fluids off my hands, Peter placed a water glass on the counter, turned my head, and planted a kiss on me while he caressed my waist and hips. My dick, which had finally begun to soften slightly, began to slowly inflate again. The roller coaster ride of horniness I was on was beginning to take a toll and I could feel my balls begin to ache ever so slightly.
Despite not wanted to dilute the flavor of Peter in my mouth, I downed the glass of water quickly. I was parched. Luckily, Peter’s thick cum had staying power. I took a breath and appreciated the continued assault on my senses.
“You want to relax in the hot tub for a little bit?”, Peter asked.
“Oh my god, that sounds so nice,” I responded enthusiastically.
“Awesome.” Peter grabbed my hand and led me towards his back deck. Stepping out into the warm sun, I admired his beautiful garden. The deck had a sitting area with outdoor couches and coffee table. And off to the side, in a small roofed area, was a steaming hot tub. Clearly, Peter had thought ahead and got the tub ready for just this moment.
Finally, I had calmed down a bit sexually and I sank into the hot tub with a content sigh. Peter watched me, lightly smiling.
“Nice, huh?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I replied.
We relaxed for a bit and actually talked about things. I talked about being on a gap year, just living the simple life while I still could, living at home. Peter talked about his work in the tech industry, how he missed when things were simpler for him in some ways. Ultimately though, he gestured generally towards the yard and house and said, “Things are not too bad, though,” which made us both laugh.
We had been sitting across from each other while we talked. Eventually, the conversation died down and Peter got up and swam/walked toward me. The butterflies in my stomach kicked back to life a little and my dick immediately started to harden up.
Peter reached out wordlessly and pulled me into the middle of the tub with him. He caressed my body. I gently explored his muscled pecs and lats. We kissed deeply.
Peter pulled me with him as he sat back down and I instinctively straddled him. He ran his hands up and down my long, thin legs and played with my butt cheeks while we continued to make out. Before too long, Peter’s fingers reached deeper and gently prodded my tiny hole. Without breaking our kiss, I instinctively released a whining moan in response. As much as I wanted to give him access, with the lack of any sort of lube, he was obviously going no further at that moment. But still, my cock was back to fully erect and I began to dry hump Peter as he stimulated me.
Peter broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go rinse off.” Clearly he was full of lust again. I pulled off him and Peter stood up revealing his own, mostly hard, dick. He jumped out of the hot tub and I jumped out to follow.
I thought we’d be heading back into the house but Peter guided me to the other side of the deck towards two French doors. Upon opening them we continued into his master bedroom. A large, luxurious king size bed was in there. I had a feeling this would be the bed on which my deflowering would finally happen and I blushed at the thought. His room was very clean and organized but not sterile. There were also a couple strategically placed mirrors, a large one to the side of the bed and a tall mirror on the door opposite the end of the bed.
I followed Peter through his room and into a large bathroom with a huge shower in it. Peter turned on the water and while it got nice and hot, he put his hand on my chin and leaned in to kiss me gently and quickly. He looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you enjoying yourself, are you ok with everything that’s happening?”
I melted inside, nodded and said, “I’m loving it.”
Peter said, “Good. Let’s rinse off.” We jumped into the shower.
We didn’t do too much in the shower besides literally rinsing off. Maybe a bit of caressing and a few small kisses but by the hardness of our cocks, I think we both knew where we headed and we didn’t want to waste much time getting there.
We got out and dried off as well as we could and then walked into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Peter kissed me before gently turning me to face the bed. He stood behind and stroking my shoulders down to my waist and then my hips he prodded me forward and said, “Hands and knees on the end of the bed. Arch your back and spread your legs and hips.”
I happily followed his direction but I have to admit I was certainly feeling the nerves. I had never felt more vulnerable and exposed in my entire life.
I looked behind me just as Peter felt up my glutes, gave my right one a light slap, and said, “Oh my god, you’re ass is so fucking cute.” He then walked over to his dresser while I eagerly and nervously waited.
Peter reached in his dresser and took out a bottle of lube and left the drawer open. I was curious what else was in there but got distracted by Peter and his bouncing semi walking back over to me.
Peter looked me in the eyes and asked, “You ready?”
“I am,” I replied, seriously.
“Ok. Just relax. And don’t forget to breath.”
I looked to the left of me and appreciated the action reflected in the mirror. I saw myself obediently on my hands and knees while Peter lorded over me, looking down at my nether regions.
I closed my eyes to focus on relaxing and breathing. I heard Peter open the cap to the lube and felt one of his hands further spread my left butt cheek. Then I felt a couple drops of lube land right above my hole and I felt Peter’s index finger catch it and begin to prod my asshole.
“Push out slightly,” Peter directed.
I pushed out gently and felt the tip of his finger slip inside my hole. Even though he was barely in, I felt a warmth radiate through my body. I’ve always been extremely sensitive to anal stimulation.
Peter dripped a little more lube onto his finger and began to push the rest in. Quickly, he was buried all the way to his last knuckle. He slowly rotated his finger and I realized I was breathing heavy and moaning already. It wasn’t just the physical feeling of his finger inside of me but it was also knowing that this man had me in such a situation, completely naked and happily presenting my most intimate spot to him for his pleasure and control.
Peter slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in to the hilt. I moaned when he bottomed out and Peter began a fairly quick in, out, and twisting motion which had me breathing a little heavier than normal. But I had certainly taken more fingers and bigger objects than his one finger so, while I certainly was enjoying the feeling of my hole being manipulated and stimulated for the first time by someone other than myself, it didn’t take long before I was as stretched out as I possibly could be by the action.
Peter suddenly pulled out of me and I felt a couple more nice sized drops of lube fall onto my hole, which was quickly plugged by two of Peter’s fingers.
“Ok. I’m gonna add another finger. This is basically the most I’m gonna do with my fingers, ok? I want you to really feel the stretch when the time comes. It will be a little tougher but I think you’ll appreciate the added intensity.”
I looked back at Peter, who genuinely wanted me to be happy and squeaked, “Ok.” I had subconsciously taken on a higher sound to my voice, I think having to do with the feeling of exposure and submission. Peter smiled back at me before looking with concentration down at his fingers ready to explore my hole.
Peter began to push his two fingers into me and I looked forward again, closed my eyes, and pushed out gently until I felt both of his fingers pop past my sphincter. I let out a little, “Oh.”
“You ok?”
“I’m great. Keep going,” I said, breathing a little heavier than before.
“Sure thing,” Peter replied, with a little chuckle.
I felt the pressure of him pushing his fingers further into me. My body quickly yielded. I thought how amazing and yet surreal this felt. Without having to do any work at all for the first time ever, I could feel my hole stretched tight around two strong fingers, both of which were beefier than my fingers by a good margin. No weird angles. No getting tired trying to pleasure myself anally. Just letting myself give in to the power of another man. Peter was likewise clearly appreciating this whole thing. I felt him appreciating the roundness of my ass, the dimples of my lower back as I arched for him, and my nice tight waist, hips, and legs.
Peter dragged his fingers out, pushed them back in and then repeated the movement, slowly but confidently. I felt myself try to spread my hips even wider to give him full access and began lightly moaning and softly exclaiming my appreciation for what was happening to me. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. That feels so good…”. I was especially vocal every time I felt my prostate get knocked and a strong buzz of pleasure spread from my loins.
This brings us to where we started Part 1 of the story. Peter sawing his fingers in and out and all around in my hole to stretch me out. He fingered me for a few minutes until he couldn’t really stretch me out anymore with just his two digits. Peter pulled out and I was able to really feel the cool air enter my slightly gaped hole. It wasn’t much, mind you, but it was certainly dilated more than it had been before.
I suddenly felt something thick, warm, and heavy bop my hole and settle in my crack. I kind yelped in surprise and looked back, giggling. I saw Peter holding his cock by the base and smiling back at me. His dick was mostly hard but not quite rock solid. Peter proceeded to lift his cock up and hit my hole with it several more times in a very jovial act of dominance.
He pulled his cock off me and said, “Stay there just one more second.”
He walked over to his open drawer and rustled a little bit before pulling something out. I couldn’t quite make it out in his hand.
Peter walked over and revealed the object to me. It was a silicone buttplug. It looked to be roughly the same width at its widest point as his two fingers that he had been fingering me with.
“I’m just gonna put this in you for a little bit, ok?”
Of course I nodded, I guess I was a little annoyed that I had to wait any longer to have my brains fucked out but I made sure to not let on to Peter, who put a few good drops of lube on the plug and placing the tip at my hole, pushed forward. My asshole gently stretched as the plug went deeper into me before it reached past the widest point of the plug, swallowed the body of it, and closed tight around the neck of the plug with the base settling in between my buttcheeks.
“Ahhh,” I unconsciously let out as I definitely did enjoy its presence, despite it not being the cock I had been craving for so long.
“Ok, turn around and sit on the edge of the bed for me.”
I quickly did and found myself face to cock with Peter proudly standing in front of me, looking down on me confidently. I appreciated the buttplug’s constant stimulation of my prostate and looked up at him submissively and with obvious lust and longing.
“Ok. I know you want me to fuck you. All you have to do is get my dick fully hard and you’re gonna get it. Get to work, sweetie,” Peter said with a sly grin.
Earlier when I had gotten my first ever taste of real live dick, there had been a buildup to the whole thing resulting in an intense and intimate climax. This time, there was no buildup. I dove onto Peter’s dick with abandon, knowing that the sooner he got completely hard, the sooner I’d have this big cock deep in my guts. I certainly still appreciated the taste of his pre-cum and the sensation of having a turgid shaft in my mouth and his bulbous head bopping at my throat. I was a messy, cock-starved, horny boy this time with balls that were aching for release and a prostate that was buzzing from the stimulation of the plug knocking into it.
As a result of my efforts, I was able to get Peter fully erect rather quickly. Peter put his hand on my shoulder and lightly pressed me off his cock, which fell out of my mouth all shiny from my saliva mixed with precum.
“Ok. Lay back a little further into the bed.”
My heart beating out of my chest, I scrambled back and laid down with my knees up and feet down. Peter got on the bed and I felt the weight of him on the mattress as he crawled in between my legs. Peter grabbed a pillow and said, “Raise your butt up.” I did just that and the pillow was placed under my lower back. When I lowered myself, Peter then grabbed hold of my legs and lifted them up and put them on his shoulders. I saw why the pillow made sense as it clearly put my buttplug filled hole closer to his cock. It was not filled for long with that, though, as Peter quicky grasped the end and firmly pulled the plug out, once again leaving my hole open to the air.
Peter leaned forward and passionately kissed me at this point. After, with our faces still close, together he said, “Let me know what feels good for you. If you need to stop let me know, ok?” I nodded and said, “I will.” Peter then asked, “Are you ready?” I replied with my heart in my throat and adrenaline pumping, “I am.”
Peter smiled at me kindly and pulled up more vertical. He grabbed the bottle of lube and with my legs pushed back drizzled a couple drops directly into my hole, the cool liquid felt nice as it hit and welled in the lighty dilated orifice. He then drizzled a bunch right onto his glistening cock and made sure he had good coverage with his hand.
Already breathing hard from lust and a little nervousness, I watched as Peter took his dick in his hand and guided the head towards my upturned anus. Upon contact, I felt the heat of his fat dick head immediately plug my tiny, very slightly gaped hole.
“Ok, I need you to push out gently, more and more until it pops in,” Peter directed. He had a look of concentration on his face.
I just nodded at him and began to push out, like I had done so many times on my own. But now I felt Peter matching my efforts as I felt the pressure from his side urgently pushing into me and slowly, intently stretching my ring. After a couple seconds feeling the light burn of the slow stretch, I felt Peter’s head gain full entry as the entire thing popped through and slipped inside me. The sharp feeling of the extra stretching and the sudden feeling of fullness, caused me to exclaim, “Oh! Oh my god!” loudly and I instinctively put my hand on Peter’s abs to keep him from going too far, too quick.
Peter looked down at me with concern and asked, “Are you ok? You doing alright?”
I really didn’t want him to pull out or anything so I quickly answered, with a faint blissed out smile through the deep breaths I was taking, “No, I’m good. Fuck, it’s just so intense. But that stretch feels so good. Just hold on for a minute. It feels so good.”
Peter laughed and smiled at me. “Good, let me know when you’re ready.”
While I adjusted, Peter, grabbed both of my ankles and held my legs high and wide, manipulating me so he was able to really hit the perfect angle for him. This also helped to move his cock around gradually while my ring gripped it tight, which helped me adjust. At the same time, I couldn’t help but caress and feel up his abs and hips. Connected via dick, we looked at each other warmly while I got used to him.
“Ok, I’m ready,” I squeaked out. I’m not really sure I was but I just had to keep going.
Peter surprisingly pulled out at that moment, plopped some lube back onto his cockhead and quickly placed it back at my entrance and pushed forward. Knowing my role, I pushed out and his head quickly popped back into me, which, while it still caused me to gasp a little, felt a bit less sharp and overwhelming this time. It also felt really, really amazing. The fullness was incredible and I let Peter know with a nod and and a light, “Ok,” that he could proceed deeper inside me. Peter pushed forward and after a little resistance, his cock slid in another inch producing a moan and a deep exhale from me. Peter then pulled his cock out to the head, stopped for a second and then slid back in, this time a little further, and then again, a little further than that, with me releasing a high pitched moan every time. The dick that was currently plumbing my depths reached it’s peak girth about 3/4 of the way down, so each time he went a little deeper, I was stretched just a little bit more. And then finally, I felt the cock inside me stretch my hole to the max and I got over the hump, resulting in Peter’s crotch and balls settling on my ass as my hole swallowed the last bit. I had never felt more plugged up or stimulated in my entire life and it was absolutely perfect.
I was purring and smiling as Peter leaned in and our lips met. We kissed passionately, joined already at the lips and with his dick buried to the hilt inside me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we made out. Peter adjusted himself, which shifted his penis inside me and caused me to moan. This jolted us back to the task at hand and he raised back up, grabbed my ankles and again held my long legs wide, giving him full access. Pausing for a second, Peter grabbed the lube, pulled his cock out most of the way, and drizzled some lube on it.
I watched as he sank his cock in one smooth motion deep into my guts and I let out a quivering, “Oh, my fucking god,” as his balls again settled on my ass. The feeling of my stretched out anal ring running along his thick shaft while he plowed through the walls of my ass was unbelievable.
Peter immediately dragged his cock out of me again and I realized I was finally about to be fucked by a man.
Peter began to steadily piston in and out of me, gyrating his hips backs and forth, a sheen of sweat building up with his exertions. I focused on staying relaxed and accepting and enjoying the heaving, slick cock that was defiling me. Each time he fully impaled me with his dick, I appreciated the feeling of his much stronger body crashing into mine and without control I let out a moaning “Uhhh…” every time. We made eye contact quite a bit, which was really intense and made our connection feel that much deeper as our bodies moved as one and I gave myself fully to him. But I also enjoyed watching his dick, slick with lube and juices, retreat from my insides and then sink back in deeply while feeling the corresponding drag and stretch and drilling into my guts.
Before long, we were full on fucking and I began to pull Peter into me with each thrust. My moans had gotten louder and more intense and I could feel my body shake with the impact from every thrust deep inside me. Although he wasn’t exactly nailing my prostate in this position, every time he grazed it, I felt the buzz spread out into my body.
Peter suddenly slowed and stopped. He pulled his cock out of me and I could feel lube dripping down my crack and the cool air on my now no-doubt-about-it gaping asshole.
I looked at Peter expecting direction and he happily complied. “Alright, your turn to do some work.”
I knew what he wanted as he flopped down on the bed and I moved out of the way. Peter took his position lying down with his head propped up on pillows. I was so horned up at this point I wasted no time and positioned myself over his shiny cock, grabbed it and placed the head at the entrance to my body, and sank all the way down in one smooth motion. I was holding onto Peter’s pecs for balance while he held my hips and my knees were spread far apart. I proudly sat on top of my conquest and enjoyed the fullness and buzz that comes with having a big cock buried in you to the hilt. Peter and I exchanged a look of pure lust and I proceeded to ride his dick.
I love the act of riding a dick. Not only is there the powerful sensation of gravity smashing a dick all the way into you over and over again but it feels like you’re on some kind of slutty amusement ride, bouncing up and down, moaning, dick flopping all over. I laughed and smiled as I really hit my stride and said, “Oh.. My.. God.. This.. Feels.. So.. Good,” with my body crashing down over and over onto Peter’s crotch. Peter laughed as well and said, “You like that?”. “Uh…huuuhhhh…”, was all I was able to reply.
Peter had hold of my hips and was helping guide me up and down over and over before I finally tired and slowed down, huffing and puffing and absolutely drenched with sweat and other fluids.
Using his strength, Peter pulled me off him and I gave in, letting myself flop down next to him. At this point Peter really took control. He got up and turned me over onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips he pulled me up into doggy style. I was still breathing heavily and I had no choice, or desire for that matter, to resist him. I just arched my back and made myself available to him as well as I could.
The second I settled into position Peter aimed his fat cockhead at my puffy, dilated hole and sank all the way. My toes curled and I gave a loud, “Oh fuck!”. Peter held my waist and immediately pulled out all the way followed by sinking in to the hilt once again. This is when my prostate began to take a real pounding. At this angle, every time he fully withdrew and began to sink back into me, his big, fat cock head knocked my prostate hard as he pushed into my depths. The impact of his thrusts as his hips met my buttcheeks was also harder and harder and the beautiful sounds of sweaty flesh thwacking sweaty flesh filled the air. I could feel the impact ripple through my butt cheeks as he moved my guts around and I moaned and muttered nonsense as I got reamed out.
Somewhere in the intensity of getting absolutely pounded into oblivion, I thought to myself that this is where I was meant to be and this was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. It just didn’t seem like it could get better than giving my twink body up to a hot, intelligent, strong man with a big dick. This moment of introspection didn’t last too long though as I felt Peter deliver a sharp, sexy slap on one of my buttcheeks between impacts, which caused me to yelp and focus back in on getting reamed.
Suddenly, on one of Peter’s impacts into body, he stayed inside me, wrapped his arms around me and rolled us down to the bed. I was a buzzing, limp mess at this point and I allowed Peter to manipulate me into position on my side. My lower leg straight, my other leg being held up high by Peter, giving him full access to my ass, and him behind me, we we’re able to look at the whole act play out in the mirror on the side of the bed. It was so fucking hot.
I have to admit I look really, really sexy in this position. Long and lithe, my smooth, flat belly taut. I couldn’t help but admire the scene in front of us. Peter had no time for admiring though. He turned my head towards him, locked lips with me, and then sank his cock into me once again. I released a moaning, muffled, mumbling kind of reaction with Peter’s tongue in my mouth, which made us both laugh as we broke the kiss and Peter once again began to piston in and out of me. I watched the action unfold in the mirror and gave into my vanity as I posed for maximum sexiness. Well, as sexy as my flushed, sweaty, cock-drunk body could pull off. I really stretched my legs out long and thin and pointed my toes straight. I gave Peter lustful, fuck me eyes in the mirror and his intensity jumped a little. I was moaning and occasionally yelping when he made an especially direct hit to my prostate. I loved how my body shook a little with the impact every time he bottomed out inside me.
I sensed that Peter was getting close to cuming as he was really focused, deliberate, and breathing hard with exertion. Again, he sank fully into me and I felt him wrap me up with both arms and roll once more so that I was on top of him, my back to him. Peter splayed my knees out fully and grabbed my waist, pushing my belly out and holding me up. Yet again, a mirror on the door opposite the end of the bed reflected the whole thing for my enjoyment. Whereas the last time I was on top, I was in control, this time Peter took full control and he immediately began to drill me, slamming into my prostate with each stroke. I became a gibbering, out of control mess, letting out a high pitched moan with each strike, my body quaking upon impact, my absolutely fully hard dick bouncing all over the place, leaving pre-cum threads all over the place. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen and experienced. My brain felt like it was melting with pleasure.
Peter broke the spell momentarily by saying, “I need to cum soon. Start jerking your cock.”
I slowly processed what he said as I continued being rag-dolled by his repeated slamming into me.
I managed to gain control of my body long enough to get my hand onto my dick, while Peter continued to drill my ass.
I jerked my cock just 4 or 5 times before the mother of all orgasms hit. I swear my vision went red as I yelled, “Oh my fucking god!”, and I let go of my dick, and my swollen, pained balls contracted and I began to shoot thick rope after rope of built up cum out of my dick in whatever direction it happened to be bouncing towards when I shot that load. Meanwhile, my ass contracted around the fat cock that was still drilling into me over and over and slamming into my prostate. My body had been shaking and I lost all control over my faculties but Peter held me steady and continued to plug away, crashing into my prostate, as the squeeze from my ass pushed him towards the edge.
I could already feel the intense exhaustion and euphoria setting in as I came to but I heard Peter yell, “Jerk my dick when I pull out!”
For the first time in a while I felt Peter pull his cock out of it’s sheath, my ass, and saw it appear in front of me, next to my deflating cock, heaving, slick, and angry. I grabbed hold of it and pumped it twice and I felt Peter shake and yell, followed by more ropes of cum firing out of his cock, covering me even more with fluids as I sat on him. I felt him collapse underneath me and groan in pleasure. I took this as my sign to slip off him and collapse next to him. We were absolute messes of sweat, cum, and more. I laid my head on Peter’s chest and we laughed in post-coital delirium.
All I really could manage to think of was how amazing it would feel to do this over, and over, and over again. I simply couldn’t wait.