College Crush Dominates Me

by RR

25 Feb 2022 8798 readers Score 9.1 (72 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


“Did you always want to have kids?” I asked Ryan, as he slipped his white silk shirt off his muscular frame. “No, but I suppose it was expected after we got married.” He said in his regular cool blank tone. His voice had gotten deeper since I last saw him. We studied architecture together. I dropped out to start acting, and he continued until graduation, and had invited me to his graduation, to see old friends I supposed. I was sitting in his studio on the bed with a drink in my hand, and he stood in his closet choosing an outfit to wear. He was married to a beautiful woman, who was pregnant with their first child.

I remember having the biggest crush on him, but of course I was not out back then. He drove me wild with his brilliant style of drawing, his deep low voice, his masculinity, and especially in the moments when he would graze my ass cheeks, or comment on how round my bum was, or whisper into my ear when we got drunk about staying over at his place. Nothing ever happened, of course. But I would furiously masturbate to it when I was alone. “What do you think of this?” He asked, breaking my train of thought. He was wearing a black shirt, in tight black jocks and long black socks. His bulge was protruding and for the first time I realised he was even bigger than I fantasised. “The shirt? Looks great…” I said, hoping he would not notice me perspiring at the sight of him. He grinned and looked back into his closet.

“So what, or who, have you been doing since you left university?’ He asked with a naughty smile as he looked away into the mirror. “Well I… I’ve been in a few commercials. I studied in India for a bit, and in terms of Who I’ve been doing… about 200 guys, give or take.” I responded wittily (and truthfully). I watched him make a tie in the mirror, his thighs were thick, muscular and hairy. His bum was round and firm, and his tall muscular body was straight, upright, and had grown even more beautifully with age.

He was watching me stare at him in the mirror, and his dark piercing eyes were fixed on mine. He turned and walked towards me, like a tiger towards his prey. He stood before me, his bulge in my face. He took the glass from my hands, still staring into my eyes. He was so handsome. Chiseled jawline, dark stubble, dark thick eyebrows framing beautiful hazel eyes. He took my hand so that I was standing in front of him, his chest was in my face as I looked up at him, my legs quivering.

Ryan started unbuttoning my shirt, and then pulled it apart aggressively, my shirt now fully open, exposing my toned physique and firm pecs. He grabbed my chest with both his large beautiful hands. His fingers applying pressure to my nipples. I broke out into a sweat, not sure whether to stop him, or allow this fantasy to continue. He then brought his lips to my nipple, and squeezing my pec, began nibbling, biting, and sucking on it greedily. I threw my head back, panting, and my hand instinctively grabbed his bulge, which was hard. I felt his thickness, and became excited.

Ryan pulled his tie off, and took his shirt and socks off. He took my shirt off, and sat me down on the bed. He pulled my shoes off, and took my pants off along with my jocks. He looked at my winkie and smiled. I was rock hard, but I was very small. He motioned me to climb backwards, and so I did, as he got onto the bed and laid between my legs. His enormous bulge was now fully erect, and through his jocks I could feel his virility pressing against me. He was long and incredibly thick. My legs felt weak, as he lifted them up. He slid his jocks down to his thick hairy thighs, and his bulbous cock popped out, he was cut, and his thick rod curved to his navel. He applied saliva onto himself, and I watched as this sculpted God whom I fantasised about for almost a decade, took me for his pleasure. He pushed his rod down and placed his thick tip at the entrance of my hole, and then looked into my eyes. His expression was blank, and lustful. He pushed it in, and I squirmed, broke out into a sweat, and panted. He was probably the biggest I had been with. He was rock solid, which made it difficult to push him out, even though I tried.

He held my legs apart now, his fists around my ankles, firm and warm. He pushed deeper and I moaned, grinding my teeth, pushing my head further back into the soft bed, trying my best to ignore the immense pain that coursed throughout my body. He waited a few seconds and I managed to relax my sphincter, and this is when Ryan collapsed his body onto mine, slid himself balls deep in my hole, and began fucking me furiously and mercilessly. His face was buried in the bed next to mine, and his strong thighs slapped against my round firm butt. His cock was going deep, and my body became erotically enraged as I began to slowly moan. His hairy balls slapped my perineum, and his cock felt so good that I was pre-cumming from my flaccid winkie.

I felt like I was in a dream, or a fantasy. I imagined now how he made babies, and how great it must feel to be loved and owned by a man like this. Ryan then lifted himself up, and still fucking me furiously, crunched his abs and put his face to my chest, and with his one arm he held himself over me, and with the other caressed and squeezed my chest as he suckled on my nipple. I was in an ecstasy of pleasure, and his long thick rod was pressing against my prostate. My thighs began to rush with a burning sensation, and my toes curled. I moaned loader and loader, as his grunts grew deeper and even more pleasurable to my ears. My winkie shot a load, and as his rod pumped deeper into that further place in my rectum, I shot another load, and as I did my hole clenched him, and he fucked harder and deeper, until he pressed his hip against me and grunted, shooting warm thick loads into my hole, deeper than any other man had gone before.

I was so aroused now, and felt how full I was with his cum, we were both sweating and panting, my winkie still squirting small amounts of clear cum from it. He lifted himself off me and pulled out in one swift movement. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He put his hand to the back of my head, and his forearm around my waist. He pulled me close to him and hugged me. I felt a warm rush of peace flow through me, and melted in his arms. After a moment, he smacked my ass and held it tight, and as soon as he did so, my winkie squirted cum onto his toes, my legs wobbling. His feet were long, broad, and his toes were beautiful and exalted. He put his foot onto the bed, and motioned me to clean up my cum.

I sat on the bed next to his foot, and knelt over to lick up the cum from his toes. They were soft, sensitive and smooth despite their size. I looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure. His thick semi-flaccid cock was glimmering with his cum with had flooded my rectum, and my being. I knelt down before him, and put my face to the space between his thigh and cock, my cheek feeling the soft hairs of his hot thigh, and my nose inhaling his virile masculine scent. I held his cock, and realised now that my hand would not fully go around it, and that it was the longest, thickest cock I had ever seen. I felt immense lust and greed, and put his head into my mouth, he began to become erect, and his hard phallus was pressing against my throat, and only halfway in. I relaxed and pushed his cock passed my gag reflex, and took him down my throat, balls deep. He groaned, “I’ve never felt this before.” He managed to say. It was music to my ears.


He pushed me off his cock, saliva was on my chin and lips, and I drooled onto the floor. He lifted me up swiftly, turned me around, and bent me over the bed. He smacked my ass again, and spread my cheeks with his firm warm hands. He knelt down and I felt his stubble tickle my bubble butt. He stuck his tongue into my hole, and I began to squirm. My nipples became sensitive, and my hole dilated. So much so that I felt some of his cum shoot out my hole. He groaned in pleasure, lapping up his cum, and sticking his tongue deeper, lapping it in my hole as if it was a pussy. He then stood up and thrusted his entire rod into me. I cringed and held the bedding, moaning into the bed. He fucked me harder and faster than before, He gave me no space to speak, breath, or even think. My mind was fixed on how he had taken me, how pleasurable this domination was.

My winkie was rubbing against the sheets with every thrust, my prostate now throbbing against his cock. He fucked me hard and deep and with each thrust he groaned and moaned in pleasure. I was squealing with every thrust, as I grew closer to climaxing. My entire body went limp as he fucked me, and I began to shoot a warm load into the sheets, he felt the sensitivity of my body, and began fucking me deeper and grunted as he impregnated me with a load even bigger than the first. I felt every shot that hit the walls of my rectum, and probably, my intestines.

He pulled out of me, put on his jocks and socks, and pulled his shirt over his wet body. His underwear was wet with cum stains. I laid there, used, tired, and totally in an ecstasy of pleasure. My body shivered and I could not find the strength to move. I stretched out my arms, and I flexed my thighs and feet, and heard my knuckles cracking. Ryan was now fully dressed, in a smart black suit. I was naked, laying before him. “That bubble ass is even better than I imagined.” He said in a deep lustful voice. “After graduation I have a flight to catch back home.” He sounded a bit disappointed at this statement. I got dressed, did my hair, and downed my drink. He opened the door for me, and I walked out. I could feel his load seeping into my stomach, and I blushed…

To be continued…

by RR

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