Martin

After cleaning off, Martin stepped over me, knees on each side of my chest. His spent dick hung there, small, in the midst of his slowly drying blonde bush. His balls, which was once pulled up into his body, were now hanging low, below his dick, slightly swaying side to side. I studied his dick’s pink and somewhat pointed head, finally understanding how he weaseled his dick into my hole, defeating my tight puckered defense.

Not feeling as self-conscious as I did hours prior, I ran my hand up Martin’s fuzzy thighs, savoring each soft, blonde hair, as I made my way up and around to his stomach. I was intrigued by how much softer his belly hair was than his bush. My hair is soft and silky all over. I didn’t much time to study it as he grabbed my hand and pulled them up to his pec. I felt his smooth skin, searching for the few, scattered hairs along the way to his nipple. Once my finger grazed his hard, erect nipple, he inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth. This caused me to change my focus from his chest to his face and how his eyes were rolling back into his skull. Martin, it seemed, liked nipple play.

Learning quickly, my other hand clamped on his other nipple. Martin gasped and chuckled as I twisted, flicked and pinched his nipples. That soft, flaccid dick? Well, it started to grow again, slowly arching back, pointing back to his face. I watched as its skin stretched taunt, how the vein on it side went from invisible to visible, how its ridge seemed to flare up and out like a flared lizard’s frill.

Gradually, Martin lowered his entire weight on my hairy belly. Once settled, he started rocking back and forth. I felt my ultra-sensitive cock smearing its leaking liquid in the crack of his hairy ass.

“God, I love this hairy chest” he cooed. He leaned down, bracing himself on my chest, running his hands through my chest hair. This pushed my hands from his chest, under his arms and around to his back. I felt his muscles flex and contract as he moved. If his back was this tight, how tight would that furry hole be?

“It’s so soft. Do you condition it?” he asked.

“Of course” I replied, willing to say anything to get a piece of that ass.

“I wish I had chest hair like this” he replied in a melancholy manner.

“I love your little patch here” I said, bringing my hands back around and fondling his pecs until I felt his little patch of hair. “It’s sexy!”

“I wish I had that dick, too!” he said as he leaned back and grabbed my swollen member. “And all that leaking!” He ran his hand over my wet cock head, sliming my natural lube down my shaft.

I moaned before replying. “I’m just glad I finally got to see yours. And it’s big enough to do some damage, or did you forget?” He laughed.

“Yeah. Mikey really busted a big nut. I thought you were gonna’ pinch my dick in half!” he said, squeezing my dick hard. “Like that!”

“You’re so hot, Martin. I’ve dreamt about this all summer” I admitted.

“Me, too. But I never thought you’d be this hairy or…” he squeezed my dick harder still“..this big. I’ve wanted it inside me but, to be honest, I’m scared. You’re a big boy!”

Not wanting this moment to escape us, I spoke up. “Well, you have lube. I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

He raised back, centering his weight on my stomach. Luckily, he was a small guy and not heavy at all. He tilted his head, obviously thinking.

“Come on Marty” I whispered, mirroring his calling me ‘Mikey’. I grabbed my drink and slapped it against his ass. “I know you want this…”

He smiled wide, showing me his dimple. “You know how to talk to me….’Mikey’” he said. “But let me be in control.”

He spun off of me, standing on the side of the bed. Grabbing the rubber, the tore it open, tossing the wrapper on the bed and tossing the prophylactic in the middle of my chest. It’s pale, skin coloring stood out against the dark hair of my chest. Martin lubed up my dick, slowly working the lubricant up and down my shaft, encircling my fringed head. This sent electrical shocks through me, causing my body to shake slightly. He seemed to take pleasure in this.

Deftly, he snatched the rubber, pulling a few hairs out of my chest in the process; the pain caused my dick to plump in his hand. Quickly he pulled that thin sheath over my cock, then lubed the outside of my overed dick lightly.

“Ready?” he asked.

I smiled, telling him all he needed to know.

In a second, he was back up on top of my, his now hard dick sticking itself to his lower abdomen. He reached behind him, finding my dick. He ran it up and down his crack – I could feel his hairy crack through the rubber, a testament to the coarseness of his body hair. I grabbed his pecs and studied his face as he wormed my dick around, searching for his hole.

Soon enough, he found it. I felt his sit down on my, my rigid dick standing its ground as my big head pushed into his hole. He grimaced. Not wanted toslow down, I grabbed his nipples and started working them between my fingers, pulling the hairs that surrounded them. He whimpered as the combination of nip torture and my head popping through his ring was too much for his here-to-fore macho, in charge attitude to take.

With my head in his tight (and I mean tight) hole, he exhaled and dropped to my chest, bracing himself with his arms. His muscles flared as his eyes widened.

“You’re so biiiiiggg….” he yelled.

I pushed my hips up, burying my cock another inch of so into him. He gasped and tossed his head back. His neck flared and his tanned skin was flushed red.

“Mike…” he started. But I didn’t give him a chance. Grabbing his hips, I pushed up another inch.

“Ahh!” he yelled –thankfullyhe lived in a rural area, so no neighbors were able to hear. Because they would have!

My dick was relying to me how it was pushing his insides apart, snaking its way into him. The pressure and heat were intense. He moaned as if in pain, so I stopped, running my hands up his now sweaty back. He breathed like a pregnant woman at Lamaze Class. After a few seconds respite, I pushed him down and pushed myself up at the same time.

“Ahhhhwwww…” is all muscle boy Martin could muster as I impaled him with my big and happy dick. “My…it’s so big!” he said with a laugh.

“I’m all in now” I whispered. He sighed and sat back on my, slowly. His furry, firm ass fully engulfing me inside him – he almost seemed to be sucking me deeper into him. His face was contorted in pain. I slowly watched it change from ‘ithurts’ to ‘it feels amazing’. A smile slowly spread across his face. He looked down at me.

“I didn’t think I could take it, buddy. But I did!”

“Yesyou did!” I replied, pushing up into him slightly. He gasped and shook his head ‘yes’. That’s all I needed.

I started pushing hard into and pulling fast of out him. He cried literal tears as I punished his hole, my bulbous head rearranging his insides. The more tears flowed down his smiling face the harder and faster I slammed into him. All he could say was “Ahahahahahah“asmy head punished his prostrate. His arched dick was now covered in his own clear liquid slinging it all over me,himand the bed as each time I smashed his ass, more liquid oozed out from his dick slit. I pounded him so hard it raised his bodyoff ofmine, causing me to pull out of his hole. Herose upon all fours, one hand and knee on each side of me.

“Wait! Wait” he panted. “Whew. That’s intense. I don’t know if I can take itany more.”

“You promised” I said catching my breath. “Let’s try another position. Like earlier” I suggested.

“OK buddy.”

He rolled over next to me, looped his arms behind the back of his knees, exposing his firm and fuzzy ass. I got out and moved around, mounting him like he did me earlier. I placed his feet on my shoulders and worked my eager dick around until I found his pouting hole. I slid right into him without any precautionary conversation.

“Goooooddddd!” he yelled as my dick punched out the air in his lungs. His eyes looked like they were going to pop of out his head. Having never seen Martin in such a vulnerable position, I knew he was mind. I didn’t work up to anything. I simply started full force.

“My God! It’s so….Fuuu…Oh OhOhOh….” He moaned and cried as my hairy balls slammed into his hard all.

“You feel… so… good, Martin!” I managed to shout between catching my breath. “So…tight!” Leaning back more on to my knees, I grabbed the front of his thighs and started pulling him back onto my dick, giving my legs and back a rest. He grabbed his dick and started jacking. Something inside me clicked and I grabbed his hands, holding them down to his side. I didn’t want him to finish too early.

“Mike! I’m…. gonna bust!” he cried, tears running down the side of his face. I slowed down, leaning in slightly getting in his deep. I felt his tight hole become tighter as his whole upper body seemed to glow red. Martin’s cock, which was originally dumping clear liquid in his hairy belly button, now seemed to be pushed away from his belly towards me. A tight squeeze at the base of my cock, then a massive white jet of liquid erupted from his head, hitting his chest. Squeeze. Another jet. By this time, Martin was screaming. I could tell if it was a scream of agony or pleasure. Another squeeze and another massive jet of cum, this time coating his left nipple. He raised his head and looked at me with a look of ‘is this really happening?’ as his dick continued to dump more and more white, creamy loads on to his abs.

Seeing my man crushcumming, looking so defenselessas I impaled him, our eyes locked. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Already buried deep inside him, I tested the elasticity of that rubber as I dumped another round of Mike’s Baby Juice. I echoed his screams with screams of my own as sweat rolled off my face, dripping onto Martin’s wet chest.

Once finished, I leaned into him, kissing him hard, before falling off to the side, my dick ripping out of his hole with a wet noise that sounded like the released of a suction cup. We laid there next to each other, breathing heavily; Martin’s cum soaked body and shrinking dick and my own dick, covered in semen filled latex, slowly shrinking as it laid on his hairy, and now wet, thigh.

“That was…beyond amazing!” he admitted. I couldn’t speak anything other than “Uh huh”.

As reality set in, Martin rolled off the bed and bent over to grab a towel. In doing so, he exposed his wet, hairy ass crack red from continued slapping. He wiped off his front and turned to me, smiling.

“I think you need the bathroom” he suggested. I rolled off the other side of the bed, filled rubber swinging from my now mostly normal sized dick as I tried to walk to the bathroom. My legs were weak, and I had to use the walls to keep from falling over.

In the bathroom, I pulled the rubber from my dick.I looked at the little big guy, wondering what he saw inside Martin.Ithenrolled around the cum filled rubber in my fingers, wishing I could have left some of this inside Martin to symbolize our first time. At any rate, to keep this to ourselves, I flushed it down the toilet and made sure it went down. I’m sure he didn’t want his hyper religious parents to come home to see a cum filled rubber floating in the bowl. As the toilet settled from the second flush, I looked in the mirror. No longer was it a virgin boy I was seeing, but a devirginized man. I’ve had my first man-ass (after serving my own earlier) and I survived. I wasn’t ‘burning in Hell’ of any other Christian bullshit. I stepped back, thankful I had short hair that didn’t need ‘fixing’.

Martin and I got dressed and spent the rest of the evening together. Each of us had a sore ass, but I suspect as tight as he was, and as big as I am, he was a bit more uncomfortable than I. I left around 10-11PM that night, my legs barely strong enough to operate the clutch.

The two of us spent the next couple weekends together, but we never had a chance to be alone. We’d steal glances at each other often, but it was to no avail. Eventually, we each went our separate ways in school. I found other guys, but none at wonderful as Martin. It wasn’t until ten to twelve years later I’d find someone more amazing than Martin. Our sex life is great, but I still, time to time, think of Martin. I found him on social media. He’s married with four kids now, though I couldn’t find out what he does professionally. I wondered if he ever finished his quest to become a preacher. I’ll never know, because, as of this writing, Martin has blocked me from his social media. That’s fine – I’m an adult. You can’t erase history no matter how hard you try. Martin fucked me and he knows I fucked him, weeks before he left to become a preacher. And that’s more than fine with me.