Three day weekend with Ali

Being in the need of a three day weekend, I took Friday off with the intent to just hang around the house in my underwear and lazily do laundry while watching crap-tastic mid-day TV. I watched Jerry Springer, then The Price is Right, some news while eating leftovers for lunch, then turned off the TV and turned on some music while I cleaned and did laundry. Not a sexy day by any means, but I did do everything in the buff so I could get all the laundry done. Once done with everything I realized it was almost 5PM. I laid down to rest and the next thing I know, I’m waking up at almost 10PM!

At this point, I was not tired. What to do on a Friday night? I could go to the bars, dancing at the club but I didn’t want to leave the house. I enjoyed being lazy and naked, so I didn’t want to go anywhere. Being I missed my workout, I went to the spare room and jumped on the machine. After about 45 minutes, I was tired, sweaty and, unexpectedly, horny. A quick shower would fix this, I thought. So I jumped in and started scrubbing. But the scrubbing only made matters worse. I stepped out and could have hung the wet towel on my protesting member. He was begging for action. And his two hairy neighbors downstairs agreed. Relenting, I dried off and headed into the living room for my phone.

I fished around for some sites, watched some videos and looked at some pictures, thinking in a few minutes I’d wank away my problems. But this only made matter worse. I took internal inventory: I was clean, awake, didn’t want to go anywhere and horny. I knew what I had to do.

Opening the hook-up app that shall not be named here, I set my filters (I’m very particular) and started scanning. Nope. No. No. Oh god never! No, not again. Seemed like the list was endless. A few messages popped in and they were dudes, too. Let’s get this clear right now: I have never, and will never, be on a magazine cover. Having said that, I find myself attractive. I’m a fit 5’10” and 185, have brown eyes and reddish-brown hair, usually stubble and I’m clean and don’t stink. While I’m in my early 40’s, I look younger coworkers have told me (even though I have some greying at the temples and in my beard – just saw a couple grey chest hairs today – boo!) and I feel younger. But that hasn’t stopped me from being called a ‘daddy’ by more than a few guys in the past few months. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet, though.

Having no luck, I expanded my geographic parameters and immediately I was greeted with different guys. Three or four guys in, I came across Ali. Ali was 33, six foot tall, 200 pounds and had the most beautiful brown colored skin I’ve seen in a long, long time. As a cherry on top, his eyes were so brown they were almost black and his thin beard trimmed his jawline and, upon looking at the other photos, framed an amazing smile. I clicked off a message faster than anyone ever has. Minutes later, I got a response. I was surprised it wasn’t an X rated photo as guys on this app seem to think everyone wants to see a hard cock or butthole instead of a regular photo. 

Ali and I chatted for almost 40 minutes before the subject came up. He couldn’t host and I couldn’t travel so it worked out good for both of us. We made arrangements for him to come to my place. I closed the app and started to clean, but realized I did all this earlier so I had 20-30 minutes to sit and worry before he showed up – IF he showed up. I quickly made a bathroom stop and made sure everything was right and ready, brushed my teeth and a squirt or two of cologne. Damn I need clothes, I thought standing in front of the mirror naked. Or do I?!? No, no. I do. I pulled out some shorts and a t shirt as a knock came at the door. Shit, he’s early! I ran to the door and pulled it open and my shirt fell down my shoulders. Ali was here.

And he looked even better in person than in pictures. And he smelled amazing! Thank god for that! He stepped in and I offered him something to drink, seeing he looked nervous. His nervousness put me at ease.

“No need to be nervous” I assured him.

“I don’t usually do this” he admitted, his brown eyes wide with excitement. Anticipation? Either way, they were beautiful.

“Do what, hook up with guys?” I asked.

“No. Go to their place. It’s not always safe” he admitted.

I put my hand on his tense shoulder. “I get that. But I’m not crazy person. I’m just horny.” He laughed and I felt his shoulder relax a bit.

“Want to sit and talk for a while first?” I offered. We sat on opposite ends of the couch and chatted. While he relaxed and chatted my ear off, I made note of his nice arms and legs. His arms were covered in light black hair and his toned legs covered with thicker black hair. I watched his beard move as he talked and took note of how thick the hair itself was, while being trimmed nicely and thin along his jawline, chin and lip. Then there were his teeth – perfect, white and straight.

“So where are you from?” I asked.

“I’m from New York. But my parents are from Morocco” he replied. I almost busted a nut right then and there! My god, that explains his stunningly good looks. If he were a gym queen he could have easily been in magazine or the runway but, fortunately for me, he took the natural look: toned and muscular but like a normal guy. Perfection.

“Well, that explains your good looks” I flirted with him. He blushed.

“No. I’m OK. You’re the sexy one” he replied.

“Well thanks for that lie” I said with a chuckle, “But you… you’re unbelievably sexy.” I moved closer. “You skin color is absolute perfection” I admitted. “And your eye – so dark. Your smile is adorableand I love the beard” I said stroking it with the back of my hand. I could feel the coarseness and, at the same time, softness of his beard. I pulled back.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be so aggressive, but…. you’re very much my type!”

He smiled, flashing those white teeth. He arched his left eyebrow to say something and my heart stopped. That was the sexiest move he’s made all night!

“Well, you’re kinda’ my type also. That’s why I’m here. I normally don’t travel to a stranger’s house” he told me.

“I’m glad you did” I whispered, leaning in and touching our lips together. Initially, I wanted to see if he’d respond, but when he didn’t, I pushed closer, forcing our lips together even more. His breath was hot and short, his lips soft. I sat back and looked at him. In an instant his eyes went from tepid stranger in my house, to lustful intruder intent on hot, wet sex.

He reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back towards him. The quickness and forcefulness of his action left me dumbstruck. His mouth, once on mine, opened allowing his tongue to escape as he pushed me back on the couch, covering my body with his. All I could do was moan and try to breath, but he was bigger than me and had leverage so I just went with it.

I grabbed the back of his head and tried to calm his desperate movements, finally pulling him off of me so I could catch my breath. He sat back allowing me to sit up.

“Sorry” he said, wiping his mouth.

I was turned on more than I’ve been in a very long time. “No! No need to be sorry! That was amazing, just unexpected a bit!”

“I’ve just been waiting for so long tonight to do that I thought I’d explode!”

“Well, let’s wait to explode until we’re back there” I said, nodding towards the bedroom door. “Come on” I said, standing up, not ashamed I was hard in my short. His eyes widened and I felt proud of my big piece. That is, until he stood up. For the love of god! What was in this man’s shorts!?!? My legs got weak, and my hole puckered with anticipation. Calm down, I told myself. I’m not even sure what he’s in to yet, I thought as I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom.

I dropped myself on the mattress and encouraged him to do the same. He kicked off his shoes and started to get into bed. 

“No no. First loose the clothes” I demanded. Like a good little soldier, he first pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. My cock, which was already pleading for release for hours, screamed louder at the sight my eyes relayed to it. A mostly smooth, built chest, perfect dark nipples and a flat stomach that started with a bit of hair at the chest level and grew steadily as it migrated down. 

Next he unbuttoned his short. They fell to the floor. I’m not sure they made any noise because at this point, all time and sound stopped. His blue boxer briefs tried, and failed, to hid what immense thing he was sporting. I’ve seen some big dicks in my day – online and in person – but I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to witness. He stood there, as if he didn’t know the next move.

“You know what to do next” I said, my voice dry and raspy. He hooked his thumbs on the waistband and pulled them down. Out sprung the absolute biggest, most perfect penis I’ve even seen in my live. I’m an honest eight and a quarter (measured, not guessed) and thick. And while I may be a tad longer than him, his width was ridiculous. I can barely get my hand around my own, and I had no earthly idea how I was going to deal with this thing. It was cut, with a perfect shovel-shaped head, with a slight upward curve and colored slightly darker than the rest of his skin. It sprung out of a dense bush of black hair, trimmed slightly it looked like. As his cock bounced with every heartbeat, I could see, hiding beneath it, a set of equally impressive nuts. My mouth watered and my hole cried hallelujah!

“My god bud!” is all I could say as my breath had been taken away. He stood there, looking cute, sexy, adorable and intimidating all at the same time. I leaned up and came face-to-face with his beast. I tried to wrap my hand around it, but I couldn’t. I estimated he was eight inches around – he was a wide as he was long. 

“I’m not sure what I can do with this, Ali” I admitted. “It’s enormous. Enormously beautiful!” I leaned in and shoved it into my mouth as best I could. He sighed as my hot, and not every wet, mouth met his third leg. I did my best impression of a snake and tried to unhinge my jaw around his shaft. I wanted so bad to take it all, but it just wasn’t possible. But I could taste his leaking pre – it was salty and warm. I pulled off of him with a wet pop, him being so big he created suction in my mouth without me even trying.

“Your turn” he growled. Now he seemed more intimidating that earlier. The timid Ali of an hour ago was gone. Now he beastmaster and his beast were here in full glory. 

I did as I was told, my wet dick slapping my stomach as I pulled down my briefs, slinging my own pre up to almost my chin. I watched him smile as he saw my dick as he reached out to touch me. Upon contact, my own piece came to life, dumping another giant dollop of wet, clear pre on me, soaking my hairy stomach. 

“Now your shirt” he said, never taking his eye or hand off of my dick. I did so, dropping the shirt on the floor. His hand immediately moved up, smearing my wetness from my hairy belly to my hairy chest. While not much bigger than me physically, he seemed to dwarf me at this point in time. He moved his hand back down to my dick and cupped my hairy sack. 

“What do you want to do?” he asked as he slipped a finger from my balls, down to my hole. I gasped as he slid the tip of his finger inside me. There was no pain, only desire for more. 

“You want this?” he asked, sliding his finger in deeper. My body shook with anticipation. 

“Or this?” he said, grabbing his cock, still wet from my mouth minutes earlier. I couldn’t speak, only moan. He moved up towards my face. The weight of his cock on my cheek was immense. He smacked my face with it – making an audible thud and he fingered me at the same time. 

I reached to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. I handed it to him, my eyes telling him what needed to happen. He pulled me over so my ass was over the edge of the bed, pushed my legs to my chest forcefully, expelling the breath I was holding and covered his giant dick with lube. I felt his hand grabbed my hairy cheeks and pull it to one side, exposing my begging hold. Then, gingerly, he applied some cold lube to my hole. The bottle clicked shut, he tossed it to my side and grabbed my ankles. Even though his dick is massive, the shape of his head allowed for it to enter without much fanfare – some credit probably goes to his fingering earlier, too. I was relieved that the pain was so minor and I relaxed. Mistake.

In one, long and simultaneously long, motion, Ali buried his entire monster into my chute. I’m not ashamed to admit I screamed like a stuck pig and eight inches of wide cock pushed my hole open to a level I’ve not yet know. I literally thought I was going to die!

“You OK?” he asked from above me. I wasn’t sure. I was alive still, but for how long?!? Are my insides going to fall out? Because now I think I can feel the head of his dick hitting my lungs! 

“My glorious god!” I screamed. To Ali’s credit, he didn’t move once inside. He allowed me to become ‘comfortable’ with such a thing inside me. I say ‘comfortable’ simply because, at this point, that’s a relative term.

“Just. Don’t. Move” I managed to get out. He straightened up slightly, causing it to move a bit. When something that size moves ‘a bit’ it’s amplified. That little movement seemed to rearrange my colon. I screamed again, as more of my body was stretched. Again, time seemed to stop. I felt like a small child was rummaging around inside me. But, oddly enough, things started to settle down. The pain started to subside. I gave him the go-ahead to start, slowly. Ali seemed to have two speeds that night: stop and full force.

He immediately started pumping into me like he’s never topped before. The pain flooded back but I didn’t want him to stop. Tears streamed down my temples as my body started to accept what was happening to it. And as his balls slapped my ass as he sunk fully into me time and time and time again, I started to sense pleasure. I could breathe and my heart started to race. I focused on the beast that was inside me and his breathing. His speed picked up as did his breath. He leaned in, chest to chest, and kissed me while he continued to pound me, his stomach grinding into my pre covered stomach. He rose up and my pre strung between us like a newly spun spider web.

I watched his chest, covered in sweat, belied a few more chest hair than I saw earlier. I watched his chest shake each time he bottomed out inside me. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I didn’t want this to stop. The immense pain when he impaled me earlier, the fear of what he was doing to my hole, none of that mattered right now as I was in heaven – a massive dick in my ass in heaven. But my body told me my time in heaven was about to end. As his force increased, his speed decreased. I knew, based on that and his face, what was about to happen. 

“Ali – I’m close” is all I had to say, and he punted himself into me, released not only his held breath, but the contents of his prostate. Each withdraw pulled out his previous load, only to be pushed back in with yet another Moroccan load. He hung his head down towards me more with each load release. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached up and with both hands, grabbed his sweaty head and forced him to look at me as I squirted out more male spackle than I have in a long time. The first two shots him my face but the rest went everywhere, thanks in part to his continuous pummeling of my now destroyed hole. 

He pulled back and out of me, causing my still throbbing cock to be able to finish squirting out my seed. I felt a colossal void from inside me now that he had pulled that thing out of me. Even though my hole was screaming from soreness, it was also screaming for more. But I knew better.

Ali backed, up, his golden brown chest glistening from sweat. He backed up far enough I was able to see his immense cock, brown originally, now white with his own cum. But still massive, still throbbing and still beautiful. He stepped over to my side and collapsed on the bed. I bounded as his body fell totally limp next to me. I watched as his now smaller, but still giant, white cock bounced on his hairy and wet stomach. 

“Thank you” he said.

“For what?” I asked.

“I haven’t topped in ten years” he admitted. “Normally, guys see me” he motioned to his still big dick “and the don’t want to take it.”

That makes a lot of sense, I remember thinking. The way he didn’t take his time, not knowing his own ability to damage someone else, the inability of him to control his motions – the way he just kinda’ ‘went nuts’ on me… it all made sense.

I didn’t want to admit to my trepidation with it. “Well, Ali. You stick around long enough, and I can teach you some stuff” I offered. He turned to me. I remember his tan face, his beard and those big dark eyes that was once full of lust, not seeming gentle. 

“I’d like that” he said flashing that smile.