by Don Alex
The afternoon was hot and sticky as I sat in the apartment, the air conditioner out of action. I sat there with nothing on and all the windows and doors open, trying to get the benefit of the faint breeze coming through. I do remember not caring whether I achieved any writing on the latest novel or not, as I seemed to have so many telephone interruptions it was futile to get too involved in writing. The doorbell rang then, and I caught up a pair of old denims and went down to see who could possibly have the stamina to be out on the streets in this damned heat.
I opened the door to see a young man confronting me, I had never seen him before. He pushed a crumpled letter into my hand from my publisher. My publisher, by the way, is a man who enjoys the most unusual things of life. The boy was apparently to wait for a reply, so motioning him to be seated I ripped open the letter and closed the door. He was clad in the tightest pair of pants I had seen on anyone, they might have been sprayed onto his legs, and he wore a close fitting shirt which showed ample rippling muscles to a great advantage. He was, I should say, a rather big boy for his age, which I found from questions was 17. I couldn’t take my eyes off the”V” of his crotch. The swelling there was enormous. I wanted desparately to see what it was that he had below that blue denim that could appear so big in those tight pants. In the letter I found that my friend, the publisher, had merely sent the boy on this errand so that I could see him, and he told me to find out what I could, however I could, about the young man.
I sat down at the desk to type a reply to the letter, fictitious of course, to my publisher, as the boy was supposed to be waiting for a reply. As I typed I verbally threw out feelers as to what he did with his spare time. The boy was sitting, or rather I should say reclining part way on the coffee table near by. I motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa, which was actually closer to my desk. As he spoke rather noncommittally he picked up one of the magazines that lay on the table which showed half nudes of women in bathing suits or less. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the boy was getting rather uncomfortable and was trying to put that massive cock he must have been carrying in a more comfortable position. I stopped typing and eyed that swelling. The boy must have forgotten about me with his interest in the pictures in the magazine, which he held very close to his crotch. He sat there with his outstretched legs and that bulge getting larger and larger, and suddenly, partly under the cover of the magazine, he unzipped his pants and out sprang the most massive cock I have seen. I didn’t know whether to go for it then and there, or wait and see that the boy was actually interested in my doing something. I signed the letter with a flourish and made a great noise sealing the envelope and turned around assuming that I was giving him enough warning that I was moving. I pretended, of course, that I had seen nothing. He was trying desperately to get that gigantic prick back into his pants, but of course having swelled to its full size, he wasn’t quite able to accomplish this.
I asked him where he thought he was that he thought he could do such things. As he stammered his sorrowful answer, I told him he needn’t worry about his predicament. I walked across the room toward him and grabbed his piece of meat in my hand. I bent down and tried putting it into my mouth, but it was so huge I could barely get the head between my lips. I had gone down on it and unzipped my pants and let them fall and showed him my cock. I was startled for a moment when I realized he had gone down on it like a flash, and my prick was no slouch, yet he was down to the balls and sucking on it like it was nothing. He started moaning with excitement and the thrill was too much for me. Within a few moments I reached a huge climax which gushed into his welcoming mouth. He sucked harder than ever and devoured the load in hungry, noisy gulps. Not a drop escaped his hot mouth, and he apparently wanted even more. As he did so he hacked on his cock furiously, feeling the throbbing piece of meat hot and ready in his fist.
Finally he got up from blowing me and I suggested it would be all the better on the bed, and smiling at me, he agreed. As I said before, he looked strong, but I didn’t know just how strong he was, until we were in bed. I found out later that he had been in training for some time, and as I was tall but lanky and not a muscle man in any sense of the word, he was able to make me do pretty much anything he desired merely by one or two holds.
We got into bed and it began… I had never been fucked and now I was soon to feel the pain of the very first entry, it was misery for a long time. I never knew anything could hurt so much, and yet I was being given such a fantastic thrill at the same time that I put up with it and gladly. The boy sure knew his stuff where fucking was concerned. He forced an entry and put his whole weight behind his thrust to give me all the length of those enormous inches at one go. After a while of threshing about, he became more gentle with his plunges, and rested from time to time. I wanted him to get it over with, but the more I moaned the more he rested. Finally I stopped moaning. It didn’t seem to be hurting any more. He began in earnest to fuck me, lunging in and out of me with gentle and complete fucks until with a deep groan and many shivers and tremblings, he came into my body and I felt the wonderful sensation of a spitting cock deep in me. He eased it out then and it seemed to have grown even bigger than when I had first seen it. The head was throbbing and he had another climax without even touching it, just as it reached the entrance to my ass. He shot his cream all over my back. Gently he wiped it off with a towel. He was so gentle that I was not ready for what came next.
He picked up his leather belt without my knowing about it and started to give me my first whipping. With soft slaps to start with and gradually becoming firmer and harder, he belted me, and no matter how I struggled, there was always his other large hand to hold me. I was in agonies to know when this torture would end. Without any warning he threw the belt to the floor and once more I felt that huge piece of cock entering my ass. I wanted to cry out with the pain of his second entry, but this time I knew that if I kept quiet he would be easier than before. For a half hour or more he probed and poked and fucked, rested and fucked, and finally with a great burst of gasping air from his chest, he reached his third climax and gasped for breath.
He turned to me and said that he was sorry if he had been rough, but that he enjoyed having sex with me tremendously. He had wanted to do that to somebody for a long time as that was how he had been treated by his older brothers. When he had finished his smoke, he turned his huge back to me and eased himself onto my still throbbing cock and wiggled until the whole length of it was in his ass. I turned on my back, with him on top of me, and he raised and lowered himself so fast and to such an extent that I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer and reached a thrilling climax in a few moments.
I gave the boy my answer to the publisher’s letter, and with a gingerly slap to the young guy’s rear and a promise from him for a return visit, I ushered him from my apartment and lay down to rest.
