BROOKLYN SERIES: Moving STuFF
I had arranged the move on Sunday morning and taken two days off from the week to unpack and organize. Part of the moving service I had paid for included complete packing service of my apartment's contents with a crew of three men. I didn’t have too much stuff. It was a small NYC apartment after all - just some furniture and lots of art books and magazines that I saved for work references. It was a lot of boxes. The three men all worked in systematic order, they were very organized and it was impressive to see how quickly they could pack up a room.
He was the leader of the crew from the moving company I hired. He was Eastern European from what I could gather from his initial introduction, accent and features. He was around late 40s in age, about 5'7" tall and guessing about 200 lbs. His hair was clipped to a short buzz cut, a bit of salt & pepper patterns scattered around his head. Generally I like my men taller than me, but he made up for that in bulk. He was built like a heavyweight power lifter: barrel-chested, huge biceps and thick arms and legs. His thighs looked enormous as did his hands which I always check out in a man. His fingers were not unusually long, but man were they THICK. I love that in a guy. And his basket between his legs also caught my eye; there was definitely SOMETHING in there.
His name was Ivan. He was fucking HOT.
I noticed Ivan in the bedroom as he was packing some of my DVDs - including a lot of fisting porn, some straight Evil Empire anal, and miscellaneous other titles. He paused at a few titles, smirked and then continued packing. They marked every box on the outside with tags, i.e., “Bedroom 1”, “Kitchen 1 & 2”, etc. Within less than three hours all my possessions had been carted into the moving truck.
We arrived at my new apartment in Brooklyn. As the men moved in and out of the new apartment for several hours I would help organize the boxes and start slowly unpacking, shifting boxes to their appropriate rooms, and putting furniture away. I would steal glances at Ivan as he lifted heavy boxes and deposited them on the floor. He wasn't a looker but he definitely was sexy. The bulk of his hard-worked body and grunts made him very attractive to me. The bulge in his pants was very impressive and I could not stop myself from checking out his package whenever he was in the apartment. In profile it looked fucking HUGE! He caught me a few times and smirked. He definitely noticed my attention but he would just turn his head and walk out to get more boxes.
Unpacking the truck and getting all my stuff into the new apartment took less time than I thought. After nearly three hours the men were done. His crew was waiting outside by the truck as I finalized the payment with Ivan in my new apartment.
I sat by the kitchen counter signing forms while Ivan stood beside me dealing with the credit card payment transaction and forms. I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch at it was literally in front of my face. It was a mound of thick, bulging curves pushing against his worn work-wear pants. I was mesmerized by the sight. I started to get hard. Ivan finished with the forms and handed me my receipt. He caught me staring at his bulge and smirked again.
"Thank you for your business" he said, his accent was thick and heavy. "You are an artist?” he asked. I looked at him, a but puzzled. "I notice all your books," he continued, pointing at several of the boxes. The bulge was still in front of my face. I explained what I did for a living and he nodded. "Ahhh…I see," he commented. "And you also like the kinky sex stuff too." The comment caught me by surprise. It was more a statement than a question. He kicked one of the boxes near him that was tagged "Bedroom 2." He looked down at me. That smirk turned into a little smile.
I didn't know where this was going but he clearly knew I was into him with all my not-so-subtle glances from earlier. "Yes I do," I replied. "I like that stuff."
"I see," he said and paused. "Thank you for the business." He extended his hand out and I grabbed it. His handshake was firm and strong, those thick fingers felt enormous. It felt great to touch this man. I was clearly still turned on which he was more than aware of. He still held my hand. "I get out work in few hours. One more move we make today. Then I no work until Wednesday. I come back later and help you with the stuff." I couldn't tell if he was being coy or if it was just the thick, masculine accent and my horniness confusing me. "Uhmm…sure," I replied. "That would be helpful." With our handshake still locked, he pulled my hand towards his crotch, squeezing my hand, which was now squeezing his thick package of flaccid cock! Man did that feel incredible! He was not hard but yet it felt massive and HEAVY. We squeezed his crotch together a little but more and as suddenly as it began - it ended. He moved his hand away, turned to his side, grabbed one of the moving palettes on the floor and proceeded to leave. Clearly he didn't mean to assist organizing my books. "OK. I see you later. Help you with stuff," he repeated. And then he quickly left.
-----
I got ready. I found all the boxes labeled for the bedroom and unpacked some items: my vinyl play sheets, lube, poppers, shower shot, DVDs and other play essentials. I figured I would have another 6-7 hours before Ivan returned, more than enough time to clean out and get ready. I hooked up my TV and DVD player in the bedroom and unpacked some boxes for the kitchen and bathroom. And then I made a drink to chill out a bit.
It was after 8pm when the doorbell from downstairs buzzed. From the small security screen on the buzzer system I could see Ivan. Man he sure looked hot! He leaned on the door until I buzzed him in.
A minute later he walked in to my new apartment. "Hello again," he greeted as he offered that massive hand. I was wearing jeans with a red and black jockstrap under that. I didn't bother putting on a shirt. I am naturally smooth with a muscular, lean body. He looked me up and down and smiled.
I had arranged one of my low living room chairs in the bedroom near the TV. I had a straight anal-fucking DVD playing to set the mood for him. I didn't know how far the evening would go. Some hot woman was getting brutally fucked up her ass by Nacho Vidal. "That is good," Ivan grunted, staring at the screen. My mattress was on the floor covered in a black vinyl playsheet. The bed was surrounded by several boxes, some partially unpacked, others still sealed. There was a large mirror resting on its side leaning against the closet wall.
"Have a seat," I offered. "I'll get you a drink. I only have Scotch." He sat down with a big thud. "That is fine," he smiled, his words sounded as heavy as he looked. I came back with drinks for both of us. He had already taken off his heavy work boots and socks and was standing by the chair, pulling off his shirt as I came in. WOOF! Man was this guy solid and thick. He had a gut but it was a firm, hard working-man gut. His chest and gut was covered in light salt & pepper hair. He threw the shirt on one of the boxes, unbuttoned the top of his pants and sat down. I handed him his drink and I dropped down on the floor, beside him. I could smell him, his scent was strong after a hard day’s work. He smelled of masculinity, effort, confidence, strength. It was like natural poppers. I was reeling from his scent. Nacho continued to fuck on the screen. Ivan's bulge twitched in his pants, the insane mound getting larger. "You like that - getting fucked up ass?" he asked, grabbing his cock, squeezing it, taking a drink from his glass. "Yes I do. I like it a lot." My hard-on strained against my jock and I breathed in deep, taking whiffs of him.
"Stand up," he commanded, that heavy voice filled the room. I took a big gulp from my drink, placed the glass on the floor and slowly stood up facing him. "Turn around," he said. "Let me see your ass." I did as I was told. "You have nice body, very smooth." I suddenly felt one of his hands running down the center of my back. It was rough and calloused from the heavy day's work and yet he had had a surprising gentle touch. "Nice," he said. And then he grabbed my jeans waistline and with both hands and suddenly yanked them down to the floor. It took me by surprise. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them off to the side by a pile of other boxes. Both of his hands now grabbed my asscheeks framed by the straps of my red and black jock. He massaged my ass, squeezing them hard - and then softly. "Bend over," he said. As I did, Ivan grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide.
"Wow," he said, almost softly.
I have one of those holes that has enjoyed being filled for years. I have been spoiled by big cocks, bigger toys and of course fists. Over the years my asslips have pulled out a bit from all the ass action and stretching. It is barely noticeable unless I am turned on. But when excited, my asslips flare. They get bloated into soft folds of flesh. Men love it. It is something extra with my hole. Some guys who have been with women have commented that it is like pussy. Except it isn't. It is my mancunt, my manhole.
I felt one of Ivan's fingers rub around my hole. He was softly touching my asslips, pushing it gently to one side, running his finger along the folds, feeling it's soft texture. He was exploring his new discovery. From the mirror by the wall I watched Ivan's expression. He was in deep fascination. He pushed his finger at my mancunt entrance. It gave quickly as I felt his finger enter me. "Wow," he said again, almost in a whisper. I moaned. He pushed deeper. That finger was thick - like another man's cock! It was calloused from his heavy work as I felt it slide in my hole. It felt rough and GOOD at the same time. He finger-fucked my hole in and out. Then he pulled out. From the reflection in the mirror I could see his finger glistening, wet with my ass juice.
He looked at our reflection in the mirror and smiled at me. "This very good," he commented. He pushed me aside and stood up, pulled off his work pants and tossed it aside. I turned facing him and then we both looked at the mirror again. He was also wearing a jock - except his was a white sport jock, the thick waistline supporting his large upper torso. The cloth basket was huge --- his thick, erect cock pushing against the material. It looked so fucking hot in profile in the mirror, like an obscene illustrated porn caricature. He pulled me around before I could grab his crotch, so my back was facing the mirror and he started to finger my manhole again. We both watched the reflection. I liked that he was into watching each other in the mirror. I always get turned on seeing my play sessions on film, mirrors. "This very good," Ivan repeated. Then he pulled his finger out. "Let's have another drink," he suggested, motioning to our empty glasses.
I found Ivan sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, legs spread, the huge basket still in the jock when I returned with our round of drinks. He had my travel toiletry bag that had been in the opened box beside him. Fisting DVDs were also scattered around him that he had been checking out. I offered him his drink and sat down beside him. "You into this kinky stuff'." Again it was more a statement. "Yes - it makes me feel very good,” I paused. “I get off on extreme pleasure with my mancunt."
He looked at me with a little wonder in his eye. "Man-cunt?" he asked, curious, taking a drink. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out a bit and fingered my hole. We both looked at our reflection in the mirror across from us. "Yes. I call it that, as I pulled on my asslips, spreading it open slowly. "Ahh...I understand," he commented. "Very nice." He adjusted his position and then started to finger me also, playing with my hole, rubbing it softly, up and down as we both watched the action on the mirror while on the TV screen Nacho aggressively fucked another hole.
After a few minutes he pulled away, reclined back to a sitting position. He looked around him at all the fisting DVDs. "Play this," he said, grabbing one of the discs at random. PIGS AT THE HOIST-one of my favorites-very piggy, masculine MEN. I changed the DVD and as I was on my knees doing this Ivan fingered my hole for a few minutes. FUCK that felt GOOD as I adjusted the disc to play. We both sat back and started to watch the action on screen, pissing, fisting, fucking and one guy with a thick, massive cock that reminded me of Ivan. I love this DVD. These guys look like they’ve been partying off-camera, in between scenes, that glaze in some of their eyes looking very familiar. "Wow." Ivan said again. He was squeezing his cock through the jock. He looked to his side and picked up my toiletry bag which was half unzipped. "What all this?" He looked at me.
"That's my party kit," I replied.
“What?” he asked. “That’s my party kit,” I repeated. He pulled the zipper further, opening the toiletry bag, revealing it’s contents: a glass pipe, a cut-off straw about two inches long with one end cut at an angle, a small torch lighter, a contact lens case, a small zip lock bag of Tina and another with some pills, various lubes, poppers, and a small face towel. “What is all this?” he asked again, picking up the small baggie of shards. “It’s crystal.” He looked at me, clearly puzzled. “It makes us feel good.” I thought for a moment. “It makes us horny.” I licked my lips. “It makes my hole open,” I explained, Ivan’s eyes getting bigger, “…and it makes my hole H U N G R Y,” I said slowly. Again I could smell him next to me. It was like another drug, his scent.
“How it make…,” he paused a second, “…your man-cunt hungry?”
“It does something that makes me very relaxed and very horny,” I explained further. “It does something inside me that makes me want my hole to be filled. I like getting fucked. I like my hole to feel good. Big cocks,” I grabbed his crotch finally, and squeezed it tight, leaving my hand there, “…and big toys, BIG HANDS. Anything that makes my mancunt feel good.”
“Then we should try this crystal,” he replied very matter-of-fact.
“Are you sure?” I asked him. On the screen Virgo was getting fisted while suspended on a bar, his arms holding himself up in the air, his ass floating, spread apart while an arm was fucking his hole in and out. “Yes,” Ivan replied, his cock twitching in my hand. “Let us try that. I want your man-cunt hungry.” I loved how it sounded when he said it, two words stretched by his accent, making it even bigger and dirtier.
“OK,” I replied. “But keep in mind this will last several hours. Are you up for that?” He nodded, smirking. I grabbed the toiletry bag from him and reached in for the other small Ziploc bag and pulled out a pill. “Here – take this.” He looked at me, curious. “It’s to keep you hard. Trust me: you will want it.” He took it from my hand and swallowed it with a big gulp from his glass of Scotch. I squeezed his crotch again in reward. I pulled out the glass pipe. “Can you hold this,” I asked. He held it firm in his hand. I pulled out the contact lens case and unscrewed one of the caps then grabbed the small straw and dug out a small bit of crystal dust that I had grounded weeks ago with the angled side of the straw. I carefully poured the straw’s contents into the bowl of the glass pipe, just a little bit to start the evening, to set the tone and mood. I then placed the contact lens case carefully beside us. I fished for the small torch lighter and fired it under the glass bowl of the pipe. “Watch me,” I instructed him. I let the Tina cook and melt under the intense concentrated heat of the torch until that magical smoke started to appear. I inhaled small, slow breaths as the smoke continued to fill the bowl. And then a big deep breath, taking all the smoke out of the bowl rapidly, the bowl filled with swirling white smoke one second, empty the next. Ivan stared at me in wonder. I stared back, smiling, held my breath for a few more seconds then exhaled until I couldn’t hold it anymore. Ahh…that lovely sense took over me. I immediately was in the zone. “Ok-your turn,” I handed him the pipe. He followed my earlier routine, step by step, relighting and cooking the Tina at the bottom of the bowl. And then a big exhale, the smoke floating above us.
“Wow,” Ivan said, slowly.
I grabbed the contact lens case and dug another hit of Tina with the straw and refilled the pipe, adding just a little bit more. I put the contact lens case aside, top screwed back on tight. “Here you start, do another hit,” I told Ivan. He repeated the process then I grabbed the pipe from his hand and placed it beside the bed with the toiletry bag. He held his breath and as he started to exhale, I leaned in quickly and covered his mouth with mine, my tongue rapidly going into his mouth, licking his tongue, then sucking hard as the magical smoke shifted from inside Ivan’s lungs into my mouth. I sucked his tongue hard then sucked his breath even harder.” I pulled away and stared at him, holding my breath and then releasing it, the clouds again floating between and then above us. “Wow,” he exclaimed again. He leaned in quickly and started kissing me aggressively, the second hit of Tina having it’s desired effect. I kissed back even harder, sucking his lips, his tongue, licking the side of his mouth, biting his lower lip. The T was working. He was charged now and horny as fuck. We pulled apart and he shook his head, eyes a bit glazed and stared at me, smirking. I grabbed the glass pipe, relit it, inhaled, held it for as long as I could then covered Ivan’s mouth with mine, exchanging the nasty smoke, shotgunning him again, then placing the pipe aside. We kissed for as long as we could, passionately and with even more energy. Then suddenly, Ivan pushed me away.
“You bad boy,” he laughed, exhaling.
I straddled him, resting my ass on his crotch, both of my arms enveloping his large upper torso, breathing in his scent, squeezing him into me as I kissed him hard. He kissed me back harder and we locked lips and did tongue dances that was rough, wild, crazy. My ass was grinding his crotch from my internal heat. Ivan pulled my asscheeks apart with both hands and then with one finger started to explore my manhole. I was on FIRE. My hole was horny as hell, it was getting more relaxed, more O P E N. Ivan could sense this as it was less resistant than earlier and he added another finger. OH MAN, that felt fucking good!!! And it was only two fingers! And yet it felt huge and thick, like a nice fat cock had entered me. I kissed him harder and he gave it back to me in equal force. I was grinding against his fingers, pulling up and down, fucking myself on his thick, rough digits. He added a third finger and I moaned, pulling my head back a little as he bit my lower lip softly. “Your man-cunt hungry,” he stated.
“Yesss….” I moaned.
I felt him fidgeting in between my legs, his fingers removed from my hole. It felt empty. I felt momentary loss and turned my head looking at our reflection. He caught my gaze in the mirror and our eyes locked. I saw in the mirror Ivan pulling his cock free from his jock, pushing the pouch aside so his thick cock could be free. FUCK – it was HUGE: at least 9” to 10” long – but FUCKING THICK. I knew it was big from feeling him up earlier, but seeing it unleashed was something else. It was definitely thick, like almost beer can size. Ivan positioned his dick at my hole. My mancunt was twitching; it was so hungry! He pushed the head against my opening and held it there. I was still wet from cleaning out earlier, my ass juice mixed with what little water was in my hole. I love getting initially fucked this way, without lube. It feels rough at first, almost tight, but then my hole gets hungry and slowly relaxes, as it gets hungrier and hungrier. I sat on his thick cockhead and took a slow, deep breath. The head slowly started to disappear inside my hole, it pinched, but it was a good pain. I started breathing more rapidly as I sank further on his thick prick. We both looked in the mirror. In about a minute I was half way through his shaft. I sat there, unmoving, getting used to the heavy volume in my hole. “Wow,” Ivan said again. And then he started to fuck me, slowly, moving his thick cock deeper up my hole, his hands now beside my waist, controlling my position, pushing me up and down slowly on his cock, driving my hole. He started to fuck me faster and push me down harder on his dick, faster, harder, faster, harder. It didn’t take long for his entire dick to be up my manhole. He held it there for a few seconds, just amazed at our reflection. “Wow your man-cunt feel so good,” he whispered into my ear. Ivan fucked me slowly, enjoying himself, and looking at the mirror every now and then; at other times, head cocked back, eyes closed. “Wow. Wow.” He would repeat. We did this for about ten minutes or so. It felt so fucking good as my hole relaxed more with each thrust.
“Ok,” he suddenly stopped. “We need to stop or I will come.”
I nodded and kissed him passionately as he held his cock in my hole. I squeezed his shaft with my ass muscles and then pulled out slowly as Ivan moaned. I felt empty.
I climbed off Ivan and grabbed a bottle of poppers. I poured some of it on the small face towel and took a deep breath. I laid beside him, next to Ivan’s crotch. I grabbed his thick dick – which was now VERY HARD AND HEAVY – thanks to the pill from earlier. I love the weight of a big dick on pills. There is something about that extra-firm weight and hardness that is such a fucking turn-on! I sucked on his cock head. It felt big and heavy inside my mouth. I could taste my ass mixed with his smell and musky crotch scent. Those scents mixed with the poppers drove me crazy! I started sucking his shaft further into my mouth, deeper, deeper. I took long breaths as I swallowed more of the weight of his shaft. His breathing got heavier, his scent stronger. I sucked and used my throat muscles to massage his cock head, now sinking into my throat. I wasn’t sure I could take it – IT WAS SO THICK! – but my hunger and the poppers/Ivan scent mix made me hornier. I got more of his cock down my throat. I took deeper breaths from my nose and relaxed. Another inch sank into my throat. I massaged it slowly, tightening my throat muscles, then relaxing them, then tight again. Ivan was in ecstasy. He started to slowly fuck my mouth. I stayed still and took deep breaths as he fucked my mouth, getting the entire shaft inside my throat. MAN did that feel fucking good! I was being filled so completely by this massive man. It was amazing! He just kept fucking my throat, slow and even, then a little faster, then slow again. I would take deep breaths, saliva dripping out of mouth, running down my chin, my neck. Ivan started to finger-fuck me again, two fingers at first, then a third. That only made me more hungry! I stayed still as he fucked my throat further. I again massaged his cock with my throat muscles as he rapidly started finger-fucking me aggressively. FUCK!!! It felt amazing to be assaulted on both sides. I was delirious.
Eventually I needed to pull away and take a real breath. His cock pulled out of my mouth and it felt like a fist had come out, the sudden sense of weight and volume being released felt incredible. I wanted more.
I grabbed the lube and poppers rag and took several deep hits. I got up and repositioned myself, on my knees, facing the TV. I reached behind and squeezed some lube and rubbed it inside and around my hole. I poured a little more on my hand and grabbed his cock and coated it as much as I could then tossed the lube aside. Ivan got up and stood behind me. We both looked in the mirror as he squatted over me, positioning that thick cock at my hole. He suddenly dropped his full weight on a squat, his cock plunging in all the way, aggressively. FUCKKKK !!! It felt fucking great to have such volume inside my mancunt. Ivan started to fuck me hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging deep back in. He was being more aggressive now as he had the advantage of gravity pushing down on my hole. Out and in, out and in. He did this for several minutes, alternating his thrusts. It was fucking amazing to watch in the mirror! And then he tired of squatting over me, so he pulled down behind me, doggie style. He fucked me more slowly now, resting a bit, just letting his cock enjoy my more relaxed hole. I squeezed my ass muscles every now and then and Ivan would moan. I just kneeled stayed in position as he slowly rocked in and out, in and out, staring at our reflection. We fucked for a good, long time, the Tina just making time fade in the background. And then Ivan started to fuck aggressively again, fucking faster and harder, faster and harder. He held on to my waist, squeezing it hard, slamming his thick monster in and out, pulling almost out then slamming it hard inside. He was breathing faster and faster. I pulsed my ass muscles, going from tight to loose, repeating it, over and over, and then just letting my hole be open and relaxed.
“WOW!” This time that was an exclamation. Ivan thrust hard and stayed in my hole as he pulsed, coming violently and hard. I could feel his dick throbbing, moving out an inch, then back in. He let go of my waist and pulled out. Again, more emptiness.
“Wow. Wow.”
“Your man-cunt is SO BIG,” he said, staring at my hole, then our reflection. “Your hole is SO OPEN. And your asslips are SO LOOSE!” Each line was heavier than the first. He started to finger me. I moaned slowly. I grabbed the poppers towel and took more deep breaths. Ivan played with my hole, fingering me, a few fingers fucking me for a minute or so, then pulling out and just rubbing my asslips, then finger-fucking me again with his other hand. And then he pulled his fingers out. And I felt so deprived, so lonely. My hole wanted Ivan’s attention. The empty moment seemed like forever. But as suddenly as it stopped, another sensation started. I felt his tongue. Ivan was slowly licking my hole, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue, darting it in and out of my hole, in and out, in and out. FUCK that felt amazing! Then he would push his tongue violently in as far as he could into my soft mancunt. I could feel his tongue dance around in circles, licking the insides of my velvet tunnel. I grabbed the poppers towel and placed it near Ivan’s nose. He got the picture and repeated my steps taking deep breaths of the poppers. And then he pushed my hand away and furiously started licking my hole in every direction, spitting on my mancunt, kissing it, softly biting it, fucking it with his tongue. I moaned and moaned. He loved eating my hole. And then he started sucking my hole! He was so high from the poppers and the hits of T. He was slurping his tongue inside, getting a taste of his cum mixed with my assjuice. Once Ivan got a taste of that, he couldn’t get enough of it. The wet, sloppy sound of him eating my hole out was a fucking turn-on! He was having a feast, moaning, licking, spitting, sucking on my hole. We both kept taking hits of poppers. We did this for about 30 intense minutes as the T made time stand still.
Ivan was loving my mancunt.
(more to come)
[/font][/size]
