An Amazing Experience

“What did you do to me?”

I had to laugh even though my cock was still buried deep inside him, flexing and squirting its final drops. “I fucked you baby,” I said, slapping his cute and firm butt.

“No, no, no… Oh no, Ivan… You didn’t just fuck my ass. Ivan, what… what… what did you do to me?” He was almost sobbing.

I couldn’t start to guess at what my new fuck buddy, Steven, meant. I had just fucked him. It was sweet. Actually, it was amazing, the best man ass fuck I had ever had.

Steven was still bent over under me, gluing his butt into my crotch, not moving away, keeping my 7-inch cock deep inside him.

I had met Steven a couple of days ago in the college library. I like to go there and physically feel books and paper instead of staring at my Ipad screen or laptop. Steven was sitting at one of the reading tables with some zillion books around him. I had never met him before, but I made a comment as I passed by, motioning to the piled books.

“That’s a lot of reading, dude,” I said with a smile.

He looked up, and I took an immediate deep breath at the clearest green eyes I had ever seen, like a beautiful and clear Swiss lake. Not that I had ever been to Switzerland, but Steven’s eyes mesmerized me like never before. Usually, when I meet a guy, I measure him holistically, as a whole, face, body, attitude, etc. And I then move to evaluate the bulge and butt. But now, it was the eyes that absorbed my whole attention.

Steven didn’t answer; he just smiled back, exposing a white and straight set of teeth. His whole face took my breath away.

“Can I join you?” I asked on the spot. I had to keep staring at the glistening and deep eyes and at the beautiful and chiseled face. I took a seat across from him, facing him.

He nodded, still smiling. Crew cut, smallish nose, full lower lip, square chin, pronounced cheekbones, a light beard, trimmed and lined carefully. The guy exuded health and cleanliness. I was already in love! Was he also gay? I wondered; more than that, I hoped. I couldn’t concentrate on the book I had brought to read. The printed words kept morphing into those green eyes, and I kept glancing at Steven. We hadn’t been introduced yet.

“I’m Ivan,” I said in a whisper, some five minutes later, bending over the table, “and I feel a break is in order. Can I buy you a coffee?”

He looked up from his reading with the same smile as before, but with a more concentrated expression in his clear, green eyes.

“Steven,” he whispered back, staring at me, making me shiver at the intensity of those amazing green eyes. “Sure,” he agreed, but I detected something like a scared expression on his face.

I was elated, though. I wasn’t thinking about making a pass at him, not then. All I cared about was to remain swimming inside his eyes. I bought the coffee at the small cafeteria in the lower level of the library, and we sat, facing each other, chatting, making introductory conversation.

Where do we come from: no I’m not Russian but I come from Russian stock; he comes from Irish stock. Where do we live: I have my own studio/apartment; he lives in the dorms. What are we majoring in: I in English; he in computer science. Do we go to the gym: yes, for me; just jogging for him. And such.

I was surprised to notice how time had slipped by. I gave him my phone number and told him he was welcome to come and visit any time. We departed. From the way he looked as he punched in my number into his cell, I was almost certain that he would call soon. But he never called until this afternoon, two full days later.

When he walked into my place at around five o’clock, I again was mesmerized by this guy. Now I could see him as a person, not just a pair of green eyes and a set of white teeth. Lean, almost my height (5’ 9”), and extremely pleasant looking.

I was now thinking of sexing him. Steven was definitely my type. But I noticed some nervousness in his movements as we sat on the couch, coffee mugs in hand, sipping.

“You have great eyes,” I commented out of the blue. I sounded very forward but I desperately needed to test the grounds. Steven immediately lowered his eyes and I cursed myself for being so crass.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. I remember the moment vividly, how nervous he was. How fidgety. I felt that he needed to say something but couldn’t come out and say it. He kept looking up at me and then down at the coffee mug in front of him and then back at me. His eyes were imploring, something.

Suddenly, he blurted: “Ivan,” he said in a trembling voice, so low that I strained to hear what he was saying, his eyes starting to glisten, “I have to ask: are you gay?” Steven broke eye contact and stared down at his feet, gripping the coffee mug tightly, his knuckles white.

I was taken aback. At first, I didn’t know how to respond. No one had ever asked me this question so directly. Finally, I reached over and raised his face by the chin, connecting with his beautiful eyes, and I nodded.

Suddenly, the nervous and furtive look on Steven’s face changed to a relaxed and peaceful expression. His face lit up; his eyes glittered and turned back to that serene green-lake color.

I tentatively placed my hand on his thigh. Not letting go of his eyes, I said: “Yes, Steven, I’m gay, and I am glad that you are, too.”

Our lips met. Just like that. There was no way to explain the chemistry or the electricity or whatever one wants to call it that filled the space between us. We kissed. It was hungry, probing kissing. I felt Steven’s hand on my inner thigh, and I rubbed mine up and down his, almost to his crotch. We both moaned as we slid closer to each other, magnetically drawn to each other. My arm encircled his neck and I pulled him closer to me, the deep kiss turning to a loving embrace. I felt his whole body shivering against me and I thought that this was one of the happiest moments of my life.

That was some one hour ago.

“Ivan… Oh, Ivan… What the fuck did you do to me?” Steven repeated, his butt firmly planted in my crotch, his hands reaching back and clutching my own butt and pressing me even tighter onto him, my cock still flexing and probably dripping inside his ass.

I was concerned with Steven’s repeated question, in a trembling, almost weeping voice, after such intense fucking. What had I done to him, this beautiful guy that I had just fucked. I was concerned that I had hurt him in some way. It’s true: my dick is not easy to take up in the ass: seven inches and thick in the middle can do quite some damage. But Steven hadn’t complained when I first entered him. He grunted loudly, but instead of trying to move away to release the pain of being so widely stretched, he had pushed back onto me, eagerly. I couldn’t understand what he was whimpering about, bent over under me like this, still impaled by my flexing cock.

“What are you talking about, Stevie?” I asked. “As I said, we just fucked. And it looks like you want more,” I added, caressing his bubble butt, pressing tighter against it.

“Ivan,” Steven mumbled, his head pressed into the pillow, without looking back at me, “Ivan… It’s not that I haven’t had a man dick up my ass. You know that I’m gay,” he sobbed and I was shocked. “I’ve been fucked,” he continued, whimpering. “Yes, Ivan. You’re not my first, but… but… it has never been like this…” His arched back heaved, but his butt pressed onto my crotch forcefully as if it were glued on me, never wanting to let go.

Steven pushed back tighter onto me as my dick started to slip out of his ass. I pushed him down and slid out anyway, with a plop, needing to fathom what was going on with him, or what I had done to have upset him so. I turned him over, and he lay on his back, his green eyes gazing at me, wet, tears streaming down, bare chest rippled and heaving with quick breaths, chest patch of hair wet with his sweat and jizz.

“I hurt you, baby, haven’t I,” I mumbled, close to tears myself, almost wishing I had a smaller dick, kneeling between his spread legs and placing both hands on his thighs. “I’m sorry but you are so hot and you make me so horny. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

“Fuck, Ivan,” he said, now the hint of a smile on his face, his legs wrapped around my waist, his dick limp and slimy with his own cum, lying flat on his stomach, exposing his fuzzy balls. “Don’t you get it, man? This was the most amazing fuck I have ever experienced. Again: What the fuck did you do to me?”

Well, it was true in a way. I had enjoyed the fucking immensely. We had started with making out and slowly evolved to the fucking. Steven submitted to me, doggy style. I worked his hole with my finger and my tongue, making him wet. Naturally, he squirmed and moaned. I tried to remember what I had done that was so different. After I penetrated and Steven screamed, I stilled until he settled. I went in slowly, as I usually do with any partner I fucked, since I know that my cock can do damage. I remembered that I had made it a point to press my cock down into his tunnel instead of pushing it straight in. I could feel the little lump of his prostate as my cock head pressed and slid in.

I realized, suddenly, that as soon as I pressed onto his gland, Steven cried out, arched his back, and pushed back onto me. My cock slid into him all the way, thick shaft and all, as his fuck tunnel instantly opened wide for me. I fucked him slowly, always pressing down, always massaging his prostate with every thrust.

I also remembered that when I reached round his waist and grabbed his semi-hard dick, it was leaking. I thought that he had ejaculated, but it was precum, and a lot of it. The more I fucked, the more pre-jizz dripped out of his dick. The fucking hadn’t lasted long, perhaps five minutes or so, when I felt his hole twitch and squeeze, and suddenly my palm around his cock was filled with his cum. His squirting was amazing and this had made me explode inside him, his rim muscle squeezing on the base of my cock crazily with every squirt he shot.

That was when he started with the what-did-you-do-to-me shit.

I bent and kissed Steven on the lips. “I take it that you liked my fucking?” I joked.

He grabbed my cock, slimy with cum and ass juice, stroked it, and said in a husky voice: “Fuck me again, Ivan… Please, baby. Again and again. Fuck me. Oh please Ivan oh… I love you please fuck me. I don’t know what you did, whatever, Ivan, amazing, it was amazing, fuck me you bastard.”

Inevitably, I got hard again and was more than ready to oblige. I lifted him by the legs and forced my cock into him, this time lubed by my jizz. Again the slow fucking. But to my surprise, Steven was shaking his head. “No, Ivan, no, man. This is different. Fuck me doggy.”

I realized that in this position, on his back, my cock wouldn’t massage his prostate the way it did when he was on fours. So I flipped him over and entered him doggy. I could immediately feel the lump of his gland as my knob slid a couple of inches in.

“Ahhhhh,” Steven moaned. “Oh, Ivan, yea, yes, baby, oh my god, YES, FUCK ME!”

I pushed him down so he lay flat on his stomach, kept my knob pressing on his prostate lump, and lay on top of him. I licked and nibbled on his neck and ear, and very slowly slid inside him, feeling the lump against my shaft. Steven thrashed under me.

“Jesus, I can’t breathe,” he whimpered, his body shaking. “Ivan, you fucker, I love you, God, how I love you.”

This made me hornier for him and I started pounding him forcefully. He moaned and wriggled under me, as if in a wild seizure. It didn’t take him long to shoot his nut onto the sheet under him without either him or me touching his dick. I could feel his rim muscle grip and squeeze my cock as I fucked him faster. I cummed hard, too, dumping my load inside his body.

I looked down at Steven, deliciously lying naked under me. He was crying and mumbling and moaning and cursing.

“Ivan you fucking fuck ah god yes oh my god Ivan god god more Ivan fucking bitch oh my god jeeeezzzzzuzz… more…fuck me ahhh fuck fuck bitch ivan fucking bitch I love you I fucking love you fucker my fucker oh my sweet Jesus fuckkkkkk.”

On and on.

We lay next to each other sweating and breathing hard, his hand lovingly covering and caressing my dick now lying limp over my balls. We showered. We ordered pizza, ate and drank beer. I smoked. Steven sucked on my cock, I sucked on his. And then we fucked. And then again Steven went on babbling, ecstatic, moaning, crying, begging for more, as we dumped our loads, me inside him, Steven’s up in the air. It was, and still is, amazing.