short, fat cock

[FF69]

based on my last two visits to a Sunday afternoon sex club.

 

Based on a true story.

Last week, he thrusted his fat cock in me. It hurt as he stretched me wide. I hadn’t had a cock that fat in me in a long time. As he grunted his hairy belly banged my nuts til they ached and after five minutes, without warning, he shot a raw load in me grinding it deep, his legs quivering. When all his seed was in, he pulled out and I saw that barbed wire tat on his cock. It straddled his circ scar - it made me wanna cum but I didn’t. Then he left. I flexed my aching hole: I wanted him in me for as long as possible, get to absorb his sperm, not drip out down my leg. 

This week, I went early, so as to get a second chance with him. He was already there. Short, stocky, hairy. Not a long cock but really wide - like a can. I wanted to taste him, gag on that cock.

He was rimming you. You on the bench, a stained red jock strap trying to contain your hard cock with your hole on full display, legs pulled back by your arms. I could see where he had worked you, the ginger hair on your arse cheeks and crack showing the direction his tongue had travelled. He had done a good job not just on your hole. You were groaning. I wanted to taste you but he was too busy there. 

I approached you and him. He got up. Very much my type: a pig, pierced nipples and a leather harness over his chunky shoulders down his chest, the straps meeting at a metal cock ring. Nice touch, he hadn’t had that last week. 

He chewed on my nipples as he fingered your hole. He was getting you ready. Fat fingers and spit sliding in and out of your tight hole, rotating his hand. He and I kissed, hard and slow, passionate. At odds to his rough breeding from last week. My cock was straining, the head poking out of my jock strap. Fuck, I could have exploded there and then had me touched it.

It was obvious now that this was a threesome. I tried to manoeuvre next to you. Maybe he was going to fuck us both next to each other, him taking turn between us, mixing fluids between the three of us - creating a connection. I would really work for that load, clench the cum out of him. I wanted him breed me, not you.

His hand reached behind me, pulled me over. As he turned his back on me, he was struggling to get in you but when he finally did, you gasped. It hurt. I remembered that feeling. That was my hole last week, it stung as he pushed through. Fuck that was hot hearing you. I knew exactly when he had entered you. This man, a hot pig using only his spit and precum for lube. I love fucks like that. Raw.

He waited. He wanted me to fuck him as he fucked you. Beads of sweat dripping through the hair on his arse - he had been busy this afternoon. How many holes in here had been stretched wide open by him? Fuck, that’s hot, I thought. He took the bottle of poppers you’d just hit, and took a deep breath. Then he grabbed a bottle of lube and coated my cock in it, pulling my foreskin all the way back. The lube mixed with his sweat and my precum. He guided me to his hole hot and hairy, soaked in sweat. I pushed in through the hair as he guided his hole to cock. I could feel his warmth and then I was in. 

As he started on you, you moaning in pain, I stood still, him working the length of my shaft. He was talented - simultaneously a brutal top and a power bottom. Fuck, this was hot. Although my arse wanted that dick, rawing his hole was perfect. His musky scent was intoxicating, his arse hair  sticking to my groin. We had a rhythm going and by now your hole although it still hurt was getting looser, the poppers working. I reached forward to try and feel him around your ring but his muscular, veiny thighs blocked the way. I imagined his tat rubbing along inside you, his precum lubing your innards. 

Suddenly, he stopped, him in you, me in him, he gripped his hole around the head of my cock. He started to shake, as he tried to stop cumming. It was too late, no matter how hard tried, he’d gone too far. He started to groan, drove his cock into you as I pushed forward, trying to get in as deep as possible. I wanted to his hole. As he spurted, his hole flexed around my cock. Man, I wanted this to last longer, and I had thought I would be getting his load, not you. After a minute of convulsions, he withdrew. Was he going to abruptly leave like last week? He went to kiss you as he played with your gape, spreading it open, keeping you wide. He beckoned me over to your cunt. He was preparing it for me. I bent down to eat you. As you hit the poppers, I tongued you, you wanted me to get to his load, offer it up to me. You groaned as you tried to push out a rosebud. Not quite there yet, I thought to myself, but you have potential, especially the way you can close and re-open that gape. You tasted good, even better knowing he’d been in there. 

As you slowly closed up, he got on the bench and stood up, forcing your legs wide open. He was in control, he wanted me to add my load in you. I was so close to cumming, I had to slide in slowly and just wait. He brought his crotch to my face, he pushed the poppers under my nose. I inhaled. Heart pounding, he rammed his semi hard cock in my mouth. I finally got that taste I had been craving: the very last drips of his cum and the taste of your arse. Fuck, he was wide, fuck this tasted good, his fat low hangers swinging back and forth. Could I work another load out of him?

I tried to work up a rhythm that didn’t tip me over the edge. I started off slow, long, deep thrusts. So deep, I felt the tip of my cock push against your second ring. My bush was getting through your sloppy hole. My cock must have, at this point, been with his load. If I hadn’t thought that, I might have been able to carry on longer - maybe get his load down my throat. I rammed it in you, as I came, my groans were almost inaudible with his now hardening in my mouth, his cock entering my throat.

He withdrew, jumped down, slapped me hard on the arse and headed back to the cloak room. I helped work a load out of you. A thick, white rope to add to the jizz on your stained jock strap. I remembered him pawing at your hole. I squeezed and fingered it. It was wrecked. You grunted and tried to push out a load. I pulled my fingers out and we sucked them. Was that him and me we could taste. I left you, hole still on display - how many other loads would you take? Man, your hole would look even better later. I made my way to the lockers. He had already left but I had both him and you still on my cock in the folds of my foreskin. I was going to stroke my cock later on and get to taste both of you again.

 

 

 

 

[plisken]

Oh so nice and painfull to be split open by a fat cock