After a half-dozen failed AOL hook-ups, Lane was the last guy that I met through my posting on the M4M board. We had a first date at an Olive Garden, and it was such delightful dinner that three hours passed before either of us realized it. I found him to be intellectually engaging, emotionally mature, and stunningly handsome. He claimed to be 29 years old, and based upon his emotional stability and intellectual depth that wasn’t hard to believe; however, physically he looked much younger … so young, in fact, that I was tempted to ask for his ID. I would later find out that he was only 21! Another surprise from that first date is that it didn’t lead immediately to sex; oh, I would have gladly slept with him that evening, but he expressed a desire to move a bit more slowly than perhaps we would have otherwise, and I was so taken with this guy that I readily agreed. I was looking for a potential long-term partner, not a fuck buddy, and after how well that first date went, I was pretty sure that this guy was a solid candidate. I enjoyed not only how he looked, but how his brain functioned, and he had shared a similar impression of me. He was fascinated that I was both gay and a minister in a Christian denomination. He knew that there were churches that were open and affirming of gay people, but he had never before encountered a gay pastor, and he said that it was a refreshing and exciting revelation for him.
The next morning (it was a Saturday morning) Lane phoned and asked if I was busy and, if not, would I like to see a movie with him. I said “sure,” and so we met at a theater not too far from his apartment for a noontime showing. I don’t remember the movie because I was far too interested in holding his hand and looking at his sexy, slender, fashionably clothed body. Lane was almost anorexically thin: he was 5’9” and weighed 105 pounds, which he maintained for almost the entirety of our time together despite being able to consume more food than a horse. He had long, slender arms and legs, a slightly built physique, skin that was pasty-white and creamy smooth with very little hair; he had narrow shoulders and hips, a flat ass, nearly coal-black hair, and delicate facial features with a thin nose, grey eyes, and a smile that never seemed to fade. His body was just about perfect for what I look for in a bottom, and I remember being pleased that the reality matched his online description and the scanned photo that he had sent me.
After the movie, when we walked outside into the bright, late afternoon sunshine, I told him how cute I thought he was, and he said the same about me. He then asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him that evening, and I said yes. I went home, got changed, and then picked him up at his apartment around 6 pm. We had dinner … but I don’t remember where, neither of us ate much, and in less than a half-hour we were headed back to his apartment. Once there, he introduced me to his little dog (CurleyTop), and then we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We began by making out on the sofa in his living room. After several minutes of passionate kissing, during which Lane straddled my waist and ground himself provocatively against me, he abruptly took my shirt off and got very excited with the definition of my chest, my strong shoulders and arms, and the amount of fur on my chest and back. Meanwhile, I peeled off his shirt, exposing his smooth skin and very skinny torso, and felt my heart began to race with excitement as I ran my hands all over his smooth chest and stomach. “Do you like how I look?” he asked, as he kissed me again.
“Hell yes,” I said.
“Well, I wanna see more of you; especially that big tool that I can feel in your pants.” As he said that, he kissed my shoulders and clavicle while reaching down to grope at my dick.
I held him by his arms, lifting him away from me slightly as I replied: “I’ve got a very big cock for you, little boy.”
“Good!” he exclaimed as he jumped off and settled back onto the couch while I got up, turned to face him, and then dropped my pants. My cock was so hard that it was tenting my shorts, pulling the top of my bikini briefs away from my lower abdomen to expose at least 2 inches of the root of my cock; my precum had soaked my underwear around the head of my dick, and Lane gasped with surprise when he saw that. He got up, came right over to me, and looked down at my waistline and the exposed top portion of my penis. “Oh my God, your cock is as thick as my arm.” He then looked up at me and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. I stood there and smiled down at him as he returned his attention to my body, gently running his fingertips all over my hairy chest and stomach. I don’t have defined abs, but my abdomen is solid and cut on either side by cum gutters than run from the top of my hips to my cock. I knew that I looked good, and it was clear that Lane liked it very much. His hands slowly caressed my stomach and lower abdomen, tracing the gutters to where they disappeared into my underwear. He stopped with his fingers inside my shorts, in the fur surrounding my hard, throbbing cock, and I noticed that the was beginning to tremble with excitement. I took him into my arms and cuddled him while he kissed my shoulder, neck, and chest and cleaved his body to mine. I ran my hands down his trim, smooth back to his ass, and then slid them down inside his jeans and underwear to gently squeeze both ass cheeks. I then ran my hands around to the front of his pants where I unbuttoned them and let them fall off his narrow frame, exposing his sexy thong underwear which looked fabulous on his tiny frame. Larry’s hands left my body for a moment to pull his underwear down, and I looked down to see his long cock uncoil and spring to attention. Later, I measured him at 6 inches in length and 4.5 inches in circumference … yes, he had a very large penis for such a tiny body.
I told him I was impressed by what he had between his legs, but Lane wasn’t listening to me. His focus was back on my package; he had his hands in my briefs and was pulling them down, only to be splattered by the precum that was oozing out of my dick. He gasped with excitement, then abruptly and without speaking took my hand and led me down a short hall and into his bedroom; he told me to get into bed and I did, leaning back against his headboard and feasting my gaze on his fully naked body for the first time. I was, indeed, pleased. Slender, skinny, slight … he the perfect twink body, with ribs that were showing, hip bones that protruded, and skin that beckoned to be touched. His dick was standing out, hard and aching from his body, and when he turned sideways it became very clear that it was longer than his body was side. My cock, which was already hard and leaking, pulsed with anticipation at what it would feel like to fuck this boy. Thankfully, I didn’t have long to wait.
Lane told me that he was very happy with how I looked, that I was his dream of the perfect man, and with that he jumped onto the bed and took my cock in both hands as he said that he’d never seen one so large before, and that it both excited him and scared him to think about taking it inside him. I began to respond, but he put a hand on my mouth as he began kissing his way from my waist to my chest and then neck as he settled his light frame down on top of my body, and we made out. After a while I flipped us over so that he was on his back and I was over him, kissing and licking his entire naked, hairless body. When I turned him onto his stomach, spread his cheeks wide apart, and began to lick his crack, he whimpered and squirmed while begging me to fuck him. I asked him how he wanted to do it, and he said that he’d rather have some control given how large I was and that this was the first time for him to be fucked.
That surprised me. I hadn’t taken him for a virgin, and given how incredibly sexy he was I was shocked that some other guy hadn’t already broken him in. I asked him if he was worried about being fucked for the first time and he admitted that he had several dildos of varying sizes and that he’d fucked himself with them many times; he said that he loved the feeling of having his hole spread wide while he stroked his own dick, but that no real man had ever been in his hole. I told him that he was in good hands, and that we could begin by him riding me.
I lay on my back and he applied lube to my cock while I lubed his asshole; he then straddled me with his long legs, tucking them up and under the crook of my knees, while he reached behind himself and began guiding my cock to his hole. I can remember the sight of it clearly: that first time is seared into my memory because it was absolutely wonderful. He was gorgeous and horny; he was breathing deeply and had a look of lust mixed with surprise on his face as the thick head of my dick penetrated his sphincter. He had superb control of his ass and was able to open for me without any trouble at all. As he slowly slid down my pole, taking it an inch or two at a time, then backing up before plunging down again, I was amazed at how hot and tight he was. With most guys, I can feel the insides of their rectum gripping my dick all the way around as I filled them completely – this was the case with Lane, and I was really enjoying the sight of his slender, trim torso, his hard swinging cock, his long neck, his narrow shoulders and bony clavicle, and his piercing eyes gazing down at me as he impaled himself all the way down to my balls. Eventually, he had my entire cock in him, and I was filling his rectum perfectly with the head of my dick touching the “wall” at the back of his chute each time he went all the way down. It was wonderful. He road me with long, steady strokes, sliding all the way down and then all the way up with a loud “pop” as I came out of him. Lane was a talker, and he told me how much he loved the feel and sound of my cock “popping” out of him and then “punching” back in. He would ground his ass down onto me, taking in my full length, and then he would clamp down hard with his sphincter to hold me there. He would stop his rhythmic motion for up to 10 or 20 seconds at a time with me buried deep within him and would then tighten up as he leaned over to kiss and embrace me before straightening back up with his hands on my chest, his fingers running through my fur, as he proceeded to ride me some more.
After quite a long time of this, me reclining against his headboard, my hands exploring his lean body while he road me with steady determination, I felt myself starting to mount toward a hard orgasm. I had a hand on his cock, using it like a pommel horn to steady his motion, while my other hand continued to explore his torso. My focus was entirely upon his body, his facial expressions, the feel of his ass gripping my dick, and the burning hot desire that we were sharing together. When I finally told him that I was getting close to blowing my load, Lane threw his head back and began to ride me more forcefully. In less than 30 seconds, I felt myself crest and, entirely beyond my control, I nutted very hard inside him.
Once my dick had finished pulsing out its massive load of cum into his guts, Lane stayed completely still and continued to hold my cock deep up inside him. His dick was still very hard, and precum was leaking out of it all over my stomach, but Lane held completely still so that my orgasm could subside well for me. After perhaps a minute, he leaned over and kissed me, whispering how much he loved me and desired more of me. He then began tweaking my nipples, running his tongue through the fur on my chest and down around the underside of my pecs, all the while whispering to me how sexy I was. He had me caresses his body, running my hands across his chest, down his sides, and across his lower abdomen to his hard cock. Then, after a maybe 10 minutes of this playful intimacy, he started to ride me again. My cock never managed to get soft and it never slipped out of his ass … somehow, he managed to keep me up and got me quickly ready for a second ride.
This second time was even slower than the first; it began with Lane still riding me, but we quickly switched so that he was resting on his back and I had his legs over my shoulders while I fucked him. Lane reached up and wrapped his long arms around my shoulders, pulling himself up to press against me while I knelt over him. As I fucked him, he kept gasping out my name, whispering words of encouragement, and asking me to fuck him deeper. I leaned heavily into him with each inward thrust, forcing my cock as deeply as I could to the back of his rectum. I had managed to hit the back of his rectum while he was riding me, so I was pretty sure that in this position I would be able to penetrate into his sigmoid colon. Sure enough, as I pushed in so very deeply, I felt the junction at the back end of his hole begin to give way. “Give it all to me!” He cried, and so I did … I pushed very hard and felt the head of my dick penetrate through to that wonderful spot of supreme heat and pressure that was the junction to his colon. He yelped, and so I pulled back only to have him grip me tightly with his hands and say “again!” and so I did. It was quite a stretch for me, but I managed to push through far enough that my head popped all the way into his colon. I wasn’t long enough to reach much deeper, but it was enough for me to feel that gloriously hot and tight pressure all the way around the head of my dick that made fucking into the sigmoid colon such a joy. I fucked him deep, and hard, and within 10 minutes I was unloading a second volley of cum far up inside him.
Once my second orgasm had subsided, I knelt up with my cock still in his ass and looked down at the smeared mess of creamy goo in the fur of my tummy, and the large puddle of it all over his own flat stomach. I was surprised, but Lane must have nutted when I breached his junction, blowing his load between us from just the pressure in his ass and the friction between our bodies on his penis. That was incredible!
As I’ve already said, Lane was 21 years old when we met. He was tall, slender, slightly effeminate in many of his mannerisms, with coal black hair and an under-developed twink’s body. His pretty face complimented his pretty body, and he looked fantastic in almost any kind of clothing … but especially in a well-tailored suit. I got to see him in a suit the very next day, because he showed up at my church. I spotted him during the middle of my sermon but managed to not be distracted by it. When he came down during Communion, I remember him gazing up at me from where he was kneeling at the rail and, in that moment, I had a flash of memory: it was that same look of supreme satisfaction that I’d seen on his face after I’d come in him the first time. I placed the wafer in his cupped hands and said: “Body of Christ.” He replied “amen,” and then silently mouthed “I want you.” I winked at him, and then moved on to the next person, happy in knowing that Lane would be soon getting his wish fulfilled, along with his ass.
Early on in our relationship Lane really wanted me to fuck him a lot. He claimed he was making up for the years of not having a man, and I certainly wasn’t complaining about it; Lane made anal intercourse easy for me. Due to his long legs, he had very little trouble riding me … and he could take my cock deeply inside himself for a long time (as our mind-blowing first time together illustrates); when we met, I was 32 years old but could still last a very long time for him, and managed to come multiple times a day during most of our first year together. That first time I came in his ass I remember now that it scared him … he hadn’t expected my cock to swell like it did, and he told me later that it had both hurt and excited him and he wanted to see if it would happen the second time. Usually, when we’d fuck Lane wouldn’t have to touch his dick in order to sum – the pressure on his prostate, the fullness of having his rectum packed with meat, the head of my cock penetrating his colon, and the friction of our bodies and his dick trapped between us when I’d fuck him missionary style … all of these contributed to him having many hands-free orgasms. Other times, I’d suck his cock after cumming in him, something he hadn’t thought he’d like but it turned out he really enjoyed. He wouldn’t hold my head when I sucked him: he always ran his fingers across his own chest while he asked me to finger his ass. I frequently used one of his dildos on him, pushing it all the way up into him repeatedly while sucking his dick, a sensation he especially loved. We also tried a vibrator, which he greatly enjoyed but which made sucking his cock a little weird for me.
Early on in our sexual relationship I suggested that we find a fuck buddy and he could try getting double fucked. While the thought intrigued him, Lane was concerned that my dick was so large that he wouldn’t be able to take it and another shaft in his hole. So, one day I had him impale himself with one of his larger dildos, and then I fucked him alongside it. He couldn’t believe how wondaful that was … and it was, indeed, a fantastic experience. At one point I had him babbling incoherently, and in the middle of it he cut loose with an enormous volley of cum that coated his chest with a thick layer of jiz. When we used a vibrating dildo, we both enjoyed that sensation even more, and I had to work hard to not cum too fast while fucking him that way. After trying sex with the dildo and the vibrator, I had hoped that he would agree to a 3-way with some other guy, but that never happened … much to my disappointment.
We were together for almost 18 years, and to the very end I loved him very much. However, after perhaps 14 years together the sex in our relationship began to wane. At first, neither of us knew why, but it quickly became clear to us that there was something wrong … we just didn’t know what. Oh, we still loved each other, we still spent a lot of time together and had long since moved in together – since the church I pastored at the time was fully accepting of gay people (and was, itself, made up of a lot of gay folk), Lane lived in the rectory with me. However, the frequency of our sex together began to diminish. By our 14th year, when I would have been 46 and he was 35, we were still fucking about twice a week, but at other times it was mostly just Lane jacking me off. Eventually, the anal sex became much less frequent. Instead of fucking, I would climb on top of him, with him on his back, and I would slide my cock along his left cum gutter from his hip to his crotch until I came. It was ok, but it wasn’t what I wanted. When I’d ask to fuck him, he would repeatedly respond that he wasn’t sure he could, and when we’d try he would complain of pain … not in his ass, but elsewhere in his body. The day he snapped 3 ribs while we were having sex was the day we discovered that something was, indeed, very wrong. We had been together for almost 16 years, and I’ll never forget sitting with him at the doctor’s office to hear the diagnosis of advanced bone marrow cancer. We still had sex after that, but his ability to perform quickly ebbed away. In the end, I remember simply holding him, caressing him, kissing him, and being there for him … even after the pain grew so great that it hurt for me to even touch him, I stayed with him to the end. The cancer was very aggressive and didn’t respond to the treatments; the best we could do was make him comfortable. When he finally passed, he did so with his head on my arm, his face against the side of my chest, telling me that he loved me.
