My Fudge Packer

My Fudge Packer Took My Virginity & Made Me His Husband

Mark let go of my cock which was dripping in precum at that point. He grabbed the bottle of lube off of the nightstand and I knew what was cumming next. This was the moment I waited my entire life for and I was about to spend this beautiful moment with the man of my dreams. 

He slid the condom on and started lubing up his engorged sausage. He pressed it against the ring of my hole and started instructing me, “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

“I’m ready,” I replied. 

He pressed into my body and I could feel his warm tip pushing against my hole but it wasn’t going in. 

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he said. 

He tried again and even reached his hand down to help guide his penis into my hole but still, my ass wouldn’t budge. We then tried another position where I would be riding him cowboy. Plus, this way I could see his gorgeous face and enjoy his smile as he thrust into me. But still, no matter how much lube we used, he kept pushing against my hole and I was so tight that he couldn’t get in. 

“I don’t understand,” I said, “I use my dildo all the time and it works just fine. Why is it not working when I really want it to?”

“Just relax,” he replied, “do you have any toys with you?”

“Yeah”

“Well, how about you get them and we try them for a little bit to warm you up,” he said as I went to my backpack. My bag was full of toys that night. All I had was one pair of boxers to change into before going back home and an extra shirt. Mark told me I didn’t have to bring clothes so I brought everything I could think of for this moment. I had all my dildos, butt plugs, different types of lube, and a towel to clean up. 

Mark saw my bag was full so he instructed me to get on the bed and lay down. He put a pillow under my lower back and proceeded to look through my whole bag for the toy he wanted to use on me. He eventually came back with my smallest dildo, and lubed it up before raising my legs in the air and pressing it against my hole. He slid it in slowly and let me warm up to it. 

Then, he quickened his pace and kept pushing it in and pulling it out of my hole. After a few minutes, he could see my eyes were shut and I was smiling ear to ear. I was enjoying every second of having him play with my hole. For once, I didn’t have to hold my toys in my hands or suction cup them to the wall and fuck myself. I was perfectly still and Mark was the one doing all the work. 

Mark could see I was having the time of my life but eventually, he knew we had to move on to bigger and better things. So, he slowly slid the small dildo out of my hole and went back to my backpack to get the biggest one in my bag. It was a little wider than Mark was but that’s exactly why I got it in the first place. If I could handle it, my first time should have been a breeze. 

I noticed which one he was coming back to the bed with and Mark could see I looked a little confused. “I think you’re just nervous hunny. It’s your first time so I don’t blame you for being a little tight. I actually like the idea of warming you up like this.”

He lubed it up with his hands and began to press it against my hole. “Now, just relax and don’t think about anything else. Let every muscle in your body go loose and take deep breaths.” He began sliding it into me and it went in with ease. Maybe I was just nervous. Soon, he was holding the large dildo base right beside his cock and thrusting his body into mine so the dildo would give me proper treatment. 

Mark kept thrusting like that for a while to make sure my ass was spread wide enough for him to enter. Suddenly, he pulled the dildo out and was already in position over top of me to slide right in. “You think you’re ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I hope so,” I replied. 

“Now remember, tell me if it hurts and I’ll pull out right away. I don’t care if I’m about ready to explode, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” I replied as I felt his tip right beside my hole and my legs were spread eagle over his shoulders. 

He pushed his cock, still in his condom, into my ring and I felt it opening for the first time. I took a deep breath and let my body relax to enjoy the moment. He slid all the way in with no issue this time, though I was still quite tight for him to enjoy. 

“How do you feel?”

“I love you so much,” I replied with a big smile on my face and my eyes desperately calling for him to pound me. 

He slowly pulled out and pushed back in again before realizing I could take much more now that I was sufficiently warmed up. He went faster and faster. It felt like he was somehow going deeper and deeper inside of me with each thrust. There were so many incredible feelings going on inside my body that I forgot entirely about my own cock which was bouncing up and down on my chest. 

Without warning, I felt my orgasm coming on and neither of us even touched my cock in quite some time. The more Mark pounded, the more he hit my prostate and the happier it made my insides. I began shooting thick loads of cream all over my chest. One shot even hit my neck. 

Mark kept thrusting rapidly inside of me. I looked up to see his handsome face close his eyes, his body thrust into me as deep as he could go, and he let out a deep moan. I felt his cock thicken inside of me over and over, knowing I was getting filled with his sweet cum. 

He looked down at me, drenched in my own cream from his penile prostate massage and he smiled at me with a twinkle in his eyes. We stared at each other for just a moment before he pulled out of me and began to go over to my bag for the towel. 

I was still laying there with my ass too sore to move an inch as he cleaned off my chest and neck. “So, I take it you liked it?” he asked.

“Best moment in my life,” I replied.

“Now, I never took a guy's virginity before but I’m pretty sure there’s a ritual to it if you’d like,” Mark said.

“If this is your way to ask for cuddles, I’m down.”

“No, I mean your bussy just got its first of many rides. But you normally want me to go in your mouth because you like the taste, right?”

“Yeah, I love it just like I love you.”

“Well then, why don’t you taste the product of your work?” he said as he pulled the condom out of my tight hole and brought it to my face. I opened my mouth with my tongue out ready for his drink. Mark then turned the condom over and poured every drop into my waiting mouth. I swished it around before swallowing it. 

Mark went over to the trash can to deposit the used condom and I sat up on the bed. But I realized then just how much my ass was hurting. I couldn’t sit on my butt at all. 

Mark looked back and told me to lay back down. He came back over to the bed and cuddled up right beside me with his arm holding me closely. We were both laying there butt naked and didn’t have to say a word. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest from how excited he still was and it made me smile again. 

“I love you honey bun” he whispered to me before he kissed the top of my head. 

“I love you too, Mark,” I replied. 

We fell asleep there in each other’s arms just like I always imagined in my head. Although, in my dreams of this moment, my ass was slightly less sore. 

When I woke up in the morning, I noticed his cock was fully erect again and it was still shining from all the lube we used the night before. So, I reached my hand down and began stroking him softly. He woke up almost immediately and started to moan. 

“Hold on.” he quickly whispered to me. “Can I have your ass again?”

I didn’t reply. I just grabbed a pillow and put it under my lower back and got the next condom off the nightstand, ripping it open as fast as I could and slid it on his fantastic cock. He stood up, lubed up his shaft with the condom on, and got in the same position as the night before. 

This time, his cock went in much easier without any warming-up session or toys. He knew my ass could take a pounding now so Mark didn’t waste any time getting into a rhythm again. But this time, he grabbed my cock with his lubed-up hand and began stroking me while his cock was opening my ass over and over. 

It didn’t take very long for me to feel another explosion coming on. This time, I just looked directly into his beautiful green eyes and felt spurt after spurt coming out of my cock, warming different parts of my chest with each drop. 

Mark wasn’t too far behind. He suddenly pulled out, tossed the condom aside, and pounded his cock for a few strokes using my cum as lube until he exploded all over my ball sack and dripping dick. 

He didn’t have to search too long for the towel, still sitting on the edge of the bed from the night before, and cleaned me off. That day, we spent the whole day cuddled in bed, only getting up for water or to go pee. Every so often, he would kiss me too hard and we’d give each other handjobs or go down on each other. We must have cum five or six times each that day but handjobs and blowjobs felt a little less exciting after bottoming twice in the past 24 hours. 

After that weekend, we went back to going on regular dates and giving each other our hands or mouths as often as we could. Once a month or so, I begged him to open my hole again and he happily gave in to the request. 

We even went on vacation for the first time to Pittsburgh in January. When we got to our room, we realized that neither of us brought any condoms so we just went bareback from then on. Honestly, we were both committed to each other and condoms were just an extra expense. 

It took us maybe an hour in that hotel room to realize the bed was the perfect height for him to stand on the floor and pound my ass rather than us having to use pillows below my lower back. Sure, we went to Pittsburgh for fun in the museums but it was our first time having a hotel room. No roommates at his apartment who were next door to overhear us. No family downstairs at my house to get weirded out at the sound of their son being pounded hard. These were neighbors we weren’t ever going to see or hear from again so I moaned pretty loudly getting my hole opened wide on that bed each night. 

I started spending more and more time at his apartment, only going back home to film videos for my job and posting them to our YouTube channel. The funny part was looking back on an educational episode I made for that YouTube channel after Mark and I actually had anal for the first time. I made a video years ago instructing gay people on sex education, how to prepare for your first time, aftercare, and all about safe sex. But no one watching that Gay Sex Ed video knew I was still a virgin when recording it. 

So, it was nice to look back on my first time and realize how accurate it was when I said things can be awkward the first time and you need a partner who will be there for you no matter how long it takes or even if it doesn’t happen at all that night. I was lucky to find that perfect partner in Mark. 

About six months later, I moved in with Mark to an apartment together with just us two. I was still making videos and Mark was working his day job from home. It was so nice to have our own place where we could make a home and no one else could say shit about how we decorated or what we did. 

On one of the first nights in that apartment, Mark and I got a shower together. We obviously only get showers together to save water to save the planet from global warming - sure, that’s the reason. But lathering up my boyfriend and washing him off is the best feeling in the world to me. Why? Because it means he does the same to me and luckily, he always makes sure to spend some extra time washing my butt cheeks and inside my crack because he can hear me moan from how happy it makes me. 

Before I knew it, another six months went by and I still haven’t had any problems with Mark. We would fight about money sometimes when he went crazy at the grocery store but Mark never yelled or even raised his voice to me. We always found it easier to talk things out, that way we can actually understand how each other is feeling. But to his credit, I never shopped for groceries before and grocery prices were highly inflated after COVID. 

We wouldn’t have sex every weekend which sort of made me upset because I thought gay couples like us could do it more often. Maybe I was spoiled from the six or seven times in a 24-hour period early on in our relationship. But I’m also Demisexual so how sexually attracted and horny I am for my boyfriend is directly linked to my emotional attraction to him. So, he would do something nice for us and I would want to repay him with something sexual every time. And that’s not always healthy either. 

Eventually, we found our happy medium and I started to realize how tired I was of calling him my boyfriend. I first tried it out with friends to see how it felt to call him my husband. Then I would joke with my audience online on the YouTube channel how we were practically engaged. It all felt right so I bought a ring and made a giant plan to propose to him in the parking lot of the same mall we first met in. And I planned to propose on Christmas day, on the same day I came out to my family years ago. 

Then our family invited us to New York for Christmas to spend time with them so my plans had to change. Luckily, our family in New York was more than happy to help in my plans to propose and helped me pick out the perfect location.

So, there we were on Christmas, standing beside one of the Finger Lakes covered with snow and ice. It was the most gorgeous backdrop I could ever ask for in that moment. I knelt down on one knee and luckily he said yes. 

Six months went by and we kept watching the lawmakers talk about taking our right to marry away. So, rather than some big wedding with hundreds of guests, we called our friend who is an officiant, and said our vows beside another lake on what likely was the hottest day of June. But we met in June so rather than having two anniversaries, we planned our wedding day so it would fall on the same date. 

I know some gays out there might judge us for not getting all dressed up in tuxedoes or not inviting a million people but we’re both not big fans of big crowds. Plus, we saved a lot of money for our house by keeping things small. And we filmed the whole thing to share with friends and family who wanted to see it. 

But over and over, Mark kept reminding me that none of that mattered. We could get married in a courthouse for all he cared, we just wanted to be husbands and wanted to be married before any of those rights were taken away from us. Our true friends and family understood that and all commented on the video to wish us good luck. 

A month or so later, we could finally afford a honeymoon. We went to a zoo in New York and ended up spending the rest of the weekend, relaxing in a hotel in Princeton, New Jersey. On night one of our trip, we were exhausted from driving all day and being in the hot sun at the zoo. So, we fell asleep with Mark’s arm wrapped around me as tight as he could hold and my hand draped over his chest. I always sleep so much better laying there on his chest rather than on a pillow. 

Day two went by and all we did was relax, cuddled up in our bed, and went to a restaurant for dinner at a fancy place we would normally stay away from because of the prices. When we came back to our hotel, we hopped in the shower and I began to wash my husband’s back with a washcloth. But as he turned around, I noticed he was fully erect downstairs but so was I. I get that way any time I see my husband lathered up in soap and water. 

It was our honeymoon, so I decided to do something about it. I leaned in for a kiss and we started making out with the warm water hitting the back of Mark’s head, soaking his brown hair. I started feeling our cocks bouncing off of each other and his dripping water onto mine from the showerhead soaking us. 

I knelt down on the floor and started kissing his tip and licking his balls. But Mark was always afraid I would be too excited giving him a sloppy blowjob to realize I was drowning. So, he pulled me back up and we started making out much more rigorously this time. 

Mark is slightly taller than me so his shaft was on top of mine and poking into my body pretty hard. Mine was poking into his scrotum pretty hard too. At that moment, I remembered an old porno I used to watch before I came out of the closet and I figured, what the hell - why not try it?

I squeezed the soap container attached to the shower wall and got some conditioner in my hand. Then, I lathered up both of our thumping cocks without my lips ever losing their connection from his incredible kiss. I began stroking our cocks together, side-by-side, and frotting our dicks together.

I can confidently say, it was amazing to have my husband feel the same stroke my cock did at the same time, and to feel his warm shaft on top of mine the entire time was a new, incredible experience. 

Mark pushed me to the back wall of the shower, away from the steady stream of water and I continued stroking us together. Eventually, he stopped kissing me and began sucking on my neck while I was kissing his neck. It was so intense that eventually, I could feel him lose all control. His cock started to throb in my hand and he began shooting large amounts of semen all over the base and top of my shaft. 

He didn’t waste any time pressing me hard against the back wall of the shower and began stroking my cock as fast as he could, using his deposited cum as his lubricant of choice. He sucked on my neck like he was trying to give me the worst hickey known to man. But all the while, he kept me pressed against the wall so I had no control and stroked my cock faster and faster with every pump. 

Mark started to twist his wrist so his hand would twist around my shaft side-to-side while going up and down. Soon, I was too far gone to hold in any longer and I started shooting all over Mark’s leg. 

I was thrilled we finally found a way to do something sexy in the shower. But I was even more thrilled because my husband and I were exploring new ways of getting each other off and making each other’s bodies fully satisfied. And I can’t believe I get to say he’s my husband now. 

It’s been almost six months since we got married and went on our honeymoon. The romance is still there but now, we’re each other’s rock to get through anything. I can confidently say he’s my everything and I’m finally happy in life. 

I used to write these stories for the internet long before I had a YouTube channel to talk about gay stuff. Alex was my first crush when I was 11 years old so that became my pen name to write these horny stories because I was too afraid to share my real feelings attached to my real name. It took a long time being out of the closet to find the right man for me to spend the rest of my life with but it was worth all the pain along that journey. 

In the beginning, these stories were my way to express how many new sexual things I wanted to try or places I wanted to try them. And even though it’s not every weekend, my husband does try his best to try all those things with me and explore our bodies in ways we never dreamed about. 

Sure, he had a few partners before meeting me. He’s had one-night stands. For me, I’ve had partners who only ever wanted a handy or some oral and they were perfectly fine letting me say “I love you” for months of a relationship without ever saying it back. They were perfectly okay with hitting me until I was bruised and pushing me to the ground when I wanted to kiss them. 

At times, it was so freaking difficult not to meet some guy in a parking lot and just lose my virginity. I even wrote stories about how frustrating it was not wanting to die alone as a virgin. But I am so thrilled to have waited for my husband to share my first time with me because no one else on this earth would have taken their time and cared for me as much as he did at that moment. No one else would have made sure I was okay with every move and even used toys to make sure I wouldn’t be in pain. They would have given up on things way sooner and just wanted to move on to the next guy who was slightly less tight than I was and still am. 

I know it took me some time to get back to writing this chapter three. But honestly, I feel these stories were the old me - wanting to get my horniness out in whatever way I can. Sometimes it meant sexting a stranger on Grindr and others it meant writing a story about what I wished some sexy guy would do to me. And now, much like the H and R Block tax people, I have people for that now. Well, actually I have one man for that now and forever. He calls me "puppy", he buys new toys for me and puts them up my ass on my Birthday or Valentine’s Day, and he’s my whole world even when our pants are still on. 

This might be my last time writing you and that’s okay. We’ve had a lot of fun together on this journey and I had a fantastic time sharing my stories with you. Some of you read my stories and tell me how much you cum in the comments. That would always bring a smile to my face. Some of you just come here to get off and move on which is okay too. 

For the record, now I don’t have to hide behind a pen name anymore. This lost puppy has now found his home in a loving owner’s bed. The real Alex I had a crush on all those years ago turned out to be straight and is living with his wife somewhere up North. My real name is Matt and my husband is Michael (not Mark). We really did get married in June of this year and everything else you’ve heard in this story is true too. 

In the beginning of dating him, he worked at a chocolate shop so I nicknamed the story “My Fudge Packer” but now he has an office job where he works from home. And I love him working from home because it means I get to sometimes distract him under his desk when he’s not in meetings. His mid-day cream is a perfect way to ease his stress and give me a treat to fill my tummy. 

I really do have a YouTube channel where I taught gay people all about Gay Sex Ed before I lost my virginity myself. What can I say? I’m very lucky to have a team of 36 researchers and writers who helped me for the past six years making hundreds of resources and videos for the LGBTQ community on a channel called Powered By Rainbows. But over there, my students call me Professor Pride. Speaking of which, my husband loves calling me Professor Paws because I’m his puppy and I pause TV shows all the time at home. But in my defense, scary shows aren’t really my thing and I’d much rather pause the show to offer him my ass on the couch. 

As my husband and I go exploring each other’s bodies, I might share another story or two but this really is one of those stories I can end by saying “and they lived happily ever after”. Sure, I might word it a little differently by saying “And he spreads my hole a little bit wider” but enough with puns, I’ve spread enough cum. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these 36 cream-covered stories. 

Enjoy and cum on, M & M.