His legs parted, and with them so did mine. I felt his hard cock rise up in the water. His cock laid to rest against my balls, the tip touching my own cock. It felt so large. Wider than my own by double, and with me sitting on his lap the head of his shaft rested only a millimeter short of my own.
Mike lifted me up so that my ass kissed the top of the water. One hand reached below the surface, the other guided my body back down into the water. My heart was racing and a feeling of fear crashed over me. It wasn’t regret, it was more. Fear, anticipation, anxiety, excitement, concern, arousal, confusion, intoxication… it all coalesced into the moment.
The head of his cock met my asshole. It was soft and meaty at first touch, but then became hard as Mike guided my body down onto it. I could feel my ass begin to separate as the shaft began to force its way up. The alcohol must have helped here, because at this moment I felt my body almost collapse and his cock slide into me.
Pain. It began with pain. But that subsided. As he lifted me up and dropped me back down onto the giant cock, pain was out of mind and it was nothing but pleasure. I couldn’t believe it. I began taking over after only moments. I wanted to bounce on his cock. I wanted it. I loved the feeling of the cock in my ass. I didn’t just give up and let it happen. I wanted it.
I began to move faster on his cock. I wanted nothing less than to grab my own cock and jerk myself off until I cum, but by this time Mike had retaken control of my arms. I bounced at a steady pace for a while and then he retook control.
Mike started off by matching my movement and pace with his own thrusts, but soon gripped me tightly and began throwing me down onto the thrusts of his cock. Every time, his cock was pounding my ass, my prostate. My cock was rock hard, creamy liquid beginning to make its way out of the tip in very small amounts. His cock was incredibly large, but my ass was willing and capable of taking it all.
A few more thrusts and I would shoot cum all over. But just then he stopped. He moved me up and off his cock, and I wanted to yell at him “WHY!!” But then, he moved me forward, onto my knees so that I was knelt over the side of the jacuzzi, ass presented to him. He licked his hand, fingered my asshole for a second before smacking my ass and guiding his cock back into my hole. Once again, that moment of pushing the threshold of pain and enjoyment, followed immediately by a large cock filling my whole ass with pleasure. He began to pound me, pound me like the sluts he fucks for a living. He grabbed my throat, bit my back and shoulders, smacked my ass and face, put his fingers in my mouth and made me suck them as he fucked me… and the entire time I gave into it. I loved it.
“Come on. I want you over here.” It was the first words spoken in what seemed like forever. He got up out of the jacuzzi, grabbing a towel as he walked, and continued into the bedroom.
Shocked by the abrupt end to the session we were having, I scrambled out of the tub, grab my towel and eagerly followed.
Once inside the room, I was met by the visage of Mike standing there with his large hard cock pointed directly at me. I can’t say why, but I almost ran to him, fell to my knees and began to engulf his cock with my mouth immediately. It could barely fit, and the effort hurt my jaw, but for some reason I wanted to let him know that I meant this act. I wanted this cock. I wanted him to feel it. To cum. The taste of his cock in my mouth was new and enthralling. I would’ve sucked him off so much longer, but Mike stopped it.
Mike grabbed me and threw me down onto my back upon the bed. He ripped the towel away from my waist, pushed my legs back, feet above my head, and guided his cock back into my ass.
He positioned himself so his arms were under my legs, ass up to meet his cock. Ironically, the most painful thing of the night would be the stretching of my legs in this position. That being said, it was my favorite for some reason. When he fucked me from behind, it was hot and felt good. But when I looked up at him; his muscular chest, his sweaty face, watching his cock going into me, his eyes. His eyes full of pleasure, ravishing my ass. His giant cock diving into my ass. I looked into his eyes as his large cock filled my entire ass, and he stared back. It wasn’t loving, it wasn’t tender. It was pure, raw, animal lust. He looked at me like a fuck toy, and I wanted that. … it was overwhelming.
“I’m gonna cum!” I called out. My head went back and ecstasy overcame me.
At the same time, Mike called back “Me too.”
And his thrusts became even more forceful, and more erratic. My own cock began to shoot jets of cum all over my chest and stomach. More cum than I had ever recalled having ejaculated. Mike continued to fuck me as he came in my ass. Powerful final thrusts, accompanied by body shaking and aggressive moans signifying his completion. I want to say I felt his cum in my ass, but really that might have been more of a desire than a sensation.
Mike collapsed on the bed beside me. I lay there, still on my back full of his cum, waiting to process the moment. Upon first thought, that was hands down the best sexual experience of my life. I looked over at Mike, and he was halfway passed out.
I didn’t know what to do next. Normally, girls would start to cuddle with me at this point. But, we’re guys. What do we do? And, yet again, as if to read my mind, Mike responded.
“That was awesome.” He sighed heavily after starting. “But, don’t try to cuddle with me. Not into that shit. You can crash here if you want, or head back to your room. Either way, cool.” He rolled over, away from me.
I was over come with relief. The submission didn’t continue past the sex. I was glad. I didn’t want to be treated like a woman. I’m a man. I found a new way to be pleased, but I’m not some girl to be cuddled and sweet talked to… that being said, when he rolled over in the middle of the night and gave me round two, I was his slut again.