My sexual fetish during as a high school senior, and during college was being under a well built jock, with my booties being squeezed by his powerful muscular thighs, while his stiff cock is rubbing my asshole. More often than not it was the varsity soccer line up that would fit the bill.
I was then a short eighteen year old, whitish complexion, with full buttocks and a plump body – best suited for a desirable Bottom. I welcomed an all enveloping warm body but was averse to painful anal insertion. I was, therefore, very selective and avoided aggressive bullying sadistic Tops.
Mike, a little older classmate, was a try-out soccer team member. His well-built physique, including his light brown tan and hard blue eyes, was a dream come true for me.. His academic high scores and gentle mannerisms met my requirements for a happy relationship.
We had, deniably, touched each other in crowded locations – he had caressed my bottom and I had grounded my ass in his crotch. Indeed I had felt his semi hard cock. There were no safe opportunities for privacy, owing to crowded joint family apartment living. He lived in a garden apartment with his parents and two siblings, that had the advantage of access thru a back door.
One fall afternoon he asked me to stop by his house after soccer practice.
“My sibs are doing to my aunts for the day; Wanna chill out at my place?” He said as he caught my hand and rubbed it on his fly.
“Sure, but we must stop by my place to let my folks know” I replied as I restrained myself from squeezing his hard cock. We got to his place, and there was his Dad’s car, parked on the street.
“Shit!” He spat out in anger. “Dads home early, let’s just play cards.” He went in but came right back with a bunch of keys.” Dad said to go to his office and bring his briefcase.” He was almost laughing with a bright look. “Come along. We’ll have the place to over selves.”
The office was empty. He locked the door and grabbed me in a hug, squeezing my booties. He threw off his soccer shorts and undies and freed his considerable Lund! It was almost five and a half inches, a large one by Pakistani standards. The shaft had a curve, the head was glistening with pre-cum and it was pointing straight out. The balls were held tight in the scrotum.
I had the urgent desire to kiss, nay take in and suck his beautiful tool, but I couldn’t owing to cultural prohibitions and ablution practices. I controlled myself, undressed, and wrapped myself to him. We slid down to the carpet and flip flapped over each other, our thighs rubbing hard and the stiff cocks painfully bent in others crotches. He finally got me under him and positioned his cock at my asshole.
“Hold it!” I said, “Gimme some lube.”
“What lube, There is nothing here. Just use spit.” He slathered some spit on his cock and holding it in one hand he tried to ram it in.
“No no, You must do it gently. Push, don’t shove!” I pleaded.
He put more spit on his cock and rubbed it over the asshole, putting ever so slight pressure. I was palpitating with expectation as the cock-head tickled my ass hole and inched its way in.
All of a sudden he convulsed and a load of hot cum spilled over my ass. It was yellow in color and felt pebbly. He fell down on me and apologized that he couldn’t control his cock.
“Lemme help you” he said as he caressed my backside and put a finger, moist with cum, in my ass, soon he put two fingers. He rammed his knee in my crack and moved his thigh up and down on mine. I came in spurts and felt my head in the clouds.
Mike got selected to the Military Academy. I met him some years later and his handshake conveyed his desire to fuck me. He invited me to his family’s old house. His parents were away and only his sister was home. He locked the door. He hugged me and french kissed me. We shed our clothes and I was wonderstruck at his fully developed huge Lund. It hot and heavy to the touch and the head was like a mushroom.
“The cadets in the academy (all over 18) love it.” He said as he stroked his monster cock. “They swallow it whole and lick it near coming!” He pulled me over “You wanna love it a bit?”
By this time, the sexual mores had changed, Blowing was tolerated but not rimming. So I tried to take his cock in my mouth but couldn’t take it all in. On the other hand I was afraid to take it in my ass, so I tried to make him near his cum’
He laughed and said “don’t fret, little faggot, we’ll go whatever you want.”
After a lot of playing around I lubed up my asshole and his cock-head; and reminded him to be gentle. He made me lie on all fours and raise my ass up. With slowly increasing pressure, he filled my ass with his tool. Some in and out and pretty soon he had a fucking rhythm. Turning me over he put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his cock in to the hilt, touching my prostate and making me come. He turned me again and lying flat on top he weighed me down and spurted a long stream of cum inside me.