The Formation of Calluses

Blisters

The week crawled by as much as it flew. The days were a blur, my mind on anything but the classes I was attending. The nights were long and swollen, lying in bed after a long shower and clutching my hard cock until I finally fell to sleep.

He texted me every evening, sending a fresh worm of dread into my guts whenever my phone lit up – and giving me a throbbing erection as well.

On Monday he sent me his address. Park your car in my garage when you get here. It'll get stolen if it's in the street all weekend. Let me know you got this.

Tuesday: 6pm on Friday. You'll be staying until 6pm on Sunday, as agreed. 48 hrs. Nonnegotiable. If you're late on Friday, you'll be here that much later on Sunday. But DO NOT be late. I want Friday to be fun. Let me know you got this.

Wednesday: Bring your own toothbrush. Don't bother with anything else. I've got it all covered. I want you in a button-up shirt on Friday. Something preppy. Tuck it in, but forget the belt. No undershirt. Wear those same tight jeans you had on when I pulled you over. NO BOXERS. I want you commando. And don't even think about shaving that big bush, or anything else. Only rule I have once you get here is no kissing. Nonnegotiable. Don't take it personally. Let me know you got this.

Thursday: Don't eat anything tonight or tomorrow. Don't even jack off. You'll thank me later. And take a shower right before you get here. Be CLEAN. Let me know you got this.

Got it, I replied, as was procedure by then. I was lying on my bed, keeping myself distracted by reading the many syllabuses I'd been ignoring all week. The finality of his words put a stop to that.

I may have been young and naive, but I wasn't stupid. He wanted my ass clean and ready, and he wanted me to shoot a big load for him when he fucked it. A man was going to make me cum. I knew he could do it, even if I fought him. But after what he'd put me through on the highway, I knew that wasn't such a bad thing.

No...there was something much worse than that. I was going to be fucked in the ass, by a dick, for the first time in my life. By a cop's dick. A cop who was a lot stronger than me, who scared the shit out of me – and I'd have to like it. I remembered what I'd felt as he dry humped my thigh through his uniform. He had a big cock. It would do a hell of a lot more damage – and feel a lot worse – than two fingers. It wouldn't matter how many times he spit on my ass. There was no way to imagine the pain I was going to feel...

And what if he decided he didn't like fucking me after he'd gotten off? He was strict, aggressive -  what if I pissed him off somehow? He could pull the trigger on his threat of prison any time he liked, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I didn't know him, after all. Even if I did everything he told me to do, exactly how he liked it, he could easily get off on sending me to get gang raped in prison, satisfied that he'd been the first among many stabbing, bloody cocks to rape me into womanhood as the years dragged on. The life I knew was hanging by a thread...

The familiar dread was creeping up my throat as my thoughts ran wild, far worse than it'd ever been – until I was having a silent, screaming anxiety attack.

My roommate kept on bobbing his blond head between his headphones at his desk, totally unaware. I pretended to read the syllabus while the words blurred into smeared nonsense on the page, wishing I could just die be done with all this fear.

A second text came a bit later, just as I was beginning to calm down. The buzz of it sent another spike of anxiety up my spine.

24 hrs from now I'll be balls-deep in your big fuzzy muscle ass. Don't be late. Cock is so hard for you right now, college boy. Been thinking about you so much. Can't wait to fuck the virgin out of you.

Got it, I almost replied, breath coming in shallow waves. Instead I deleted that and shoved the phone under my pillow, cock swelling with arousal at the blunt lust of his words. None of the chick's I'd been with had ever said anything remotely like that. It's intoxicating, being wanted that badly – especially the first time, hairy ass and all. It mixed with the tense, bitter residue of the anxiety attack and sent me straight into the shower, where I jacked off long enough to make my roommate pound on the door again.

I came to the sound of his banging fist, catching a horny groan in my throat before it could make what I was doing any more evident. The tired old shame returned as soon as I'd climaxed, along with the realization that I'd already gone against the very clear orders the cop had given me less than an hour before. Don't even jack off. I hated myself for caring about that, but I knew I'd follow the rest of his orders closely.

My roommate was in bed when I finally emerged from the shower. He was reading, his headphones still on, green eyes scanning the open text book that was perched on his chest. He was a track star, here on a scholarship, his body lean and coiled like a sprawling house cat. I found it hard not to glance at the bulge in his boxers as I passed, wondering just how large it would grow when he was aroused, if it was any bigger than the cop's fingers, if he'd be interested in...

Why the fuck are you even noticing this shit?

“We both use that bathroom, you know,” he said flatly as I crawled into my own bed. I didn't have the decency to answer him.

Friday finally came, and my anticipation – as well as my anxiety – began to peak.

I came back from my afternoon classes to an empty room, which I was thankful for. I laid out the clothes he'd chosen for me and took a long, hot shower. I shoved handfuls of stinging soap up my ass, cleaning it out as best I could, ignoring the fresh erection that stiffened as a result the fingers in my hole. I'd be signing it over to him in a few hours, and I knew he wanted it clean. That thought just made me harder, of course.

I didn't want a man to have such control over me. Just thinking about the things he'd done to me had been getting me off for days. I told myself it was because my body wanted more of the treatment he'd forced on it. Not my mind.

I'd watched a couple of gay porn videos since he'd played my ass like a crude instrument, just to see if I really was gay. None of them had really turned me on all that much. I just saw grunting dudes calling each other “bitch” and “daddy,” barely hiding their disinterest as they stiffly fucked each other, posing like erotic manikins as their hands rested anywhere but on their partner's body. They did at least make me think of what the cop had done to me, and that had turned me on – turned my body on, rather, like a machine. I knew it was different. I knew it.

I'd also read a lot about male rape over the last few days, so I knew that popping a stiffy while some bastard had his way wasn't exactly rare, and it didn't mean I was gay. It was all mechanical. The natural reaction to prostate stimulation, or the feel of a hand – any hand – running over the bare skin of an erogenous zone. I was being coerced. It wasn't my choice. I had to let it happen to me. If I came from it, it'd be because he'd made me come – not because I wanted to come. I'd just let him use me like a fleshlight and get on with my life once this was finally over. We'd made a deal. An under-the-table business transaction. I was getting my freedom, and he was getting off. I wasn't gay...

On and on the flood of excuses went as I carefully zipped up my tight jeans around the stiff mass of my throbbing, swollen cock. Without boxers it shifted and chaffed against the course denim, teasing my sensitive cock and keeping me hard as I left the campus and drove for hours through fading daylight.

I was still pretty hard by the time I reached the little town of Metter, and my stomach was a pit of dread that had been collecting within my body and mind all week. The town itself was just as drab as everything else in that part of the state. The outskirts were cracked and depressing, filled with abandoned houses and sketchy-looking men who turned their gray faces to my clean car with covetous looks in their drugged eyes. They passed like cardboard cutouts in storefront windows, empty animatronic actors in a theme park ride.

His house was only a few blocks beyond all that. It was a low, dirty ranch-style home among many other low, dirty ranch-style homes. He at least had a free-standing garage to differentiate it. It was open, yawning and black. Welcoming me in.

I left the yellow glow of the streetlights and parked my car in the garage, as his texts had ordered. The walls in front of me were lined with tools, though most of them looked as if they'd never been used before they'd started to rust. I got out just as my headlights flickered off, plunging me into darkness. The air was sticky-cold. My coat was zipped up and tight around my shoulders, but old man winter was still fondling me beneath my clothes like a lecherous old man...

I shook my head. Why were my thoughts going straight to that place? I wasn't even out of the –

My heart jumped into my throat as the gears of the garage door above sprang to life with a loud, metal-sheering crunch. Someone had closed it remotely. Probably the cop. My strained nerves were completely on edge now, but at least I knew he was aware of my arrival.

I left the garage through the side door and went around the back of the house. It was total darkness, filled with ominous black shapes that could easily be one of the druggies I'd seen lurking mere blocks away, gray-faced and itching for anything I had. I was on the edge of panic when my feet found the flaky wooden steps leading up to his back door.

He must have been watching for me as I climbed the low steps to the porch. Waiting for me. I hadn't even knocked before I heard the heavy, jarring sound of multiple locks unlatching. He opened the door halfway a moment later, the light behind him finally revealing the cracked brown paint of the porch I was standing on.

Relief swelled, though I thought it an odd way to feel just then. The familiar-enough sight of his bearded face pulled me back from the strange blind panic that had nearly overtaken me, and I took a deep, quiet breath. I stopped just beyond the door and shoved my hands into the tight pockets of my jeans, shivering. Waiting.

He straightened, grinned warmly, and opened the door all the way. “Welcome.”

I ignored the goosebumps dancing across my body and went inside. His heat and his musky, powerful scent hit me like a wall as I passed through the door, inches away from his body, and my heart began to pound as my stomach dropped down into my groin. The week had passed. This was actually happening. “Shoes off,” he said casually as I passed, hot breath licking my ear.

The house I'd entered was clean, but sparse. I stepped out of my shoes as ordered, leaving them against the wall beside a pair of black boots I assumed were his. I stood a white-walled entertainment room tucked into the back of the house, lit only by two dim, golden floor lamps in the far corners. Closest to me was a large black leather sofa that dominated the center of the room. It faced a dormant flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. It was huge, the focus of the room, speakers like black pillars of an ancient temple rising on either side of it. There was no coffee table or other furniture – only the beige carpet, freshly vacuumed and soft beneath my black socks. It was warm in here, heat on full blast. Everything smelled like burnt incense.

He shut the door abruptly, startling me. I jumped and turned, only to find him leaning against the door frame with a serious look on his face. Looking me over. Studying me.

I felt it only fair that I do the same, since there weren't going to be any pretenses between us now that the door to the outside world was closed. The overwhelming fear and confusion I'd felt on the side of the highway weren't there to distract me (at least, in far lesser amounts). No on else was watching us now. Whatever happened now was a secret I'd keep until my dying day.

It felt as if I were seeing him for the first time. He was still a cop, no doubt about it. The aura of complete control he’d emanated when he’d pulled me over the week before was just as palpable now as then – as was the subtle undercurrent of lust, so deeply felt it was almost gentle in its hunger, as if it had always been there. He looked very different out of the pressed blue police uniform. His jeans were looser than mine, creased and casual above his white socks. His thumbs were hooked into his pockets on either side of his broad, masculine hips. He must have been well past fifty years old, but his well-worked muscles bulged beneath his sleeveless white wife-beater. His body was far more impressive than his age or his tucked uniform had let on, much closer to that of a bodybuilding champion than an aging policeman. His stomach was flat, and his barrel chest was massive, thrust forward in his utter confidence. Thick black fur covered his big pecs where the low cut of the wife-beater ended, thickest in the middle as it ran all the way up to join the stubble below his beard. Muscles crowded his rib cage, hinting at the immense strength of his back. His bare shoulders were broad and sinewy, and his thick, hairy arms would easily wrap around my relatively slender frame when the time came. I'd never looked at a man like that, and I'd never been so impressed by any specimen of the male physic. I was a tall guy, but he was taller. In fact, I found myself looking up at him – something I've rarely had to do since puberty hit. It made my stomach flutter strangely.

I found myself looking into his face. It wasn't mere inches from mine now, or hidden behind me, or gnawing at some part my body, so I was finally getting a good look. He was still bald, but it suited him. His thick black beard was graying at the edges, but this suited him as well. His jaw was broad, his nose long and prominent. His brow was thick and manly, and his eyes – his eyes I remembered well. Black and hard and tearing into my flesh despite the warm smile that hovered at their corners. He looked like a weathered viking, ready to rape and pillage and enjoy doing it.

I couldn't return his stare, and quickly resumed my inspection of his chest and stomach. I was not at all repulsed by what I was seeing, as I had fully expected to be. I was...fascinated. Spellbound by the perfection of his musculature, his scent, his confidence, his raw male physicality. He was everything I'd want to be at his age, and more. I was admiring him deeply, purely, and it felt so eerily natural to do so. I was quickly forgetting why I was there, alone with him, against my will.

I let my eyes roam back down his body to his belt buckle, his jeans. The bulge…was massive. So massive that my insides quivered, wondering for the hundredth time what it would feel like when it was pushing into me, inside of me. How much it would hurt. This time the thought somehow excited me more than it scared me – though I tried not to show it.

He smiled, more of a smirk really, and adjusted his burden shamelessly with a big, hairy hand. He was looking at me with a barely suppressed grin. “I’m glad you're here,” he finally said, his deep Georgia drawl permeating every word as it rumbled in my chest. His voice snapped me out of it.

I shrugged awkwardly and shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I could feel his eyes on me again, though they'd never actually left. I found myself hoping he was happy with what he saw. Hoping I was somehow impressive to him. I’d shaved before class that morning, my face just barely brushed by the day's dark shadow. Beneath my jacket was a sensible white shirt, long-sleeved and buttoned up to the collar, as well as the tight black jeans he'd ripped off my hips earlier that week. As requested, I wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them. I was glad now – the extra room seemed to make my raging erection less apparent.

 “Don't you talk?” he asked. He took a step closer to me and held out his hand. The muscles of his arm shifted under his pale skin and the black fur that covered it. “Here – I’ll take your coat.”

I unzipped the jacket and let it fall off my shoulders, down my arms. I handed it to him, pretending not to notice his eyes on my body beneath the tight fit of my shirt shirt. He stepped closer to me and draped it over the sofa beside me. I backed up as he stepped forward, and the back of legs hit the top of the sofa, trapping me.

We were silent for a moment, bodies almost touching. “You smell really good,” was all he said. So did he, I realized, and I was secretly happy to smell him again. His scent – his musk – was making me drunk somehow, and I was breathing it deeply without meaning to, drawing it into my lungs, my brain. I couldn’t meet his gaze, which was fixed on me, slithering over me, caressing me and devouring me. I was exhilarated and sweetly terrified, and I couldn’t speak. My heart was thumping loudly in my ears. My cock was so hard it hurt. He could tell.

He stepped back, giving me some room. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered, his beefy arms crossed in front of him, expecting. I hesitated, then began to unbutton the top button of my shirt. It was slower going than usual. My hands were shaking. I'd only managed the top few by the time he lost his patience.

He came at me with two long strides. I flinched as he grabbed the shirt from my hands and ripped it open down the middle in a single, violent motion. I heard more than one button snap off and clatter against the wall somewhere across the room as the warmth of the house rushed around me, but I knew I wasn't allowed to care about that.

He flung my shirt open with a needy, rumbling growl, letting it hang off my tense shoulders and trail behind my waist. The long, pale expanse my chest and stomach was totally exposed to him now, and I was far more worried about that than the fact that he'd just ruined the only shirt I'd brought with me. His hands fell on my body immediately, and his tongue, his beard…

I gasped and wriggled against his assault as he groped my chest, squeezing the furry meat of my pecs – hard – as my nipples sprang to life beneath the roughness of his palms. His beard and his mouth dug into the vulnerable flesh of my neck at the same time, raking his tongue across my throat, not bothering to suppress a hungry, bestial grunt. “I've been thinking about these sweet muscle-tits all week, boy...”

I was shocked by his words as much as the rest of him. I let out a low moan against his ear because it was all I could do, the only expression I was capable of as my nerves exploded right down into my pants. My arms were stiff around the solid strength of his back, awkwardly gripping the thin fabric of his shirt as his great weight crushed my thighs and ass against the back of the couch. The heat of his body was abrasively erotic, swelling in my crotch...

His hands moved lower as soon I moaned, before I could dare to think straight. They dove beneath what remained of my shirt and groped their way around the tense muscles of my flanks, then down across the light patch of fuzz at small of my back.

Just then his mouth left my throat and began sucking on my right nipple – all but eating it, really. My throat closed up as I let out a shrill, terrified gasp – his teeth were nipping, threatening to bite, tongue lapping like sandpaper – but of course the sound only encouraged him. The hard, hot bulge of his crotch was grinding into my own, pinning my throbbing erection beneath the cold metal zipper of my jeans, which were the only layer of defense I had against him.

My ass lifted off the couch as my back arched against the perverted suckling of my nipple. His hands used the opportunity to burrow past my belt and into the seat of my pants. I was breathless at the sudden invasion, though I knew it was coming. He cupped each of my large, meaty ass cheeks in his big, strong hands, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp. He pulled them apart like stubborn dough, almost angrily, before smashing them back together, then pushing them up against the rest of my body, then cupping them tenderly, running his fingertips through the light fuzz that covered them. His mouth nibbled mercilessly at my stiffening teat the entire time, distracting me with that delicate pain as his finger dug past the soft fur of my crack and into the warm place between –

 “Wait,” I gasped. “Not so – please, not so fast –”

He didn’t seem to hear me, but thankfully his finger left my asshole alone for the moment.

His hands left the heat inside my pants and held my hips firm, keeping me still. He dropped to his knees, his tongue weaving a warm, sloppy trail down the firm flesh of my chest and belly until it was at my navel – where he dove in with enough force to push me back against the sofa again. He was fucking my bellybutton with his tongue, sliding its wet, muscly heat into me as far as it'd go and licking the fur around its opening between thrusts, as if he were eating out a pussy. I gripped the couch beneath me, grunting and shuddering with helpless physical lust, taut in his aching grasp with nowhere to go, no way to stop it even if I'd wanted to. I'd never been wanted this badly before – not even close. I could feel myself leaking against the denim of my jeans...

His hands came to the front and ripped my pants open at the button. The zipper parted at once, exposing the unruly bush of my pubic hair and most of my naked groin, along with the widening trail of dark fur that connected my naval to my cock. The top half of my hard dick was caught at the bottom of the zipper's opening, pulled down and held captive by the weight of my drooping pants.

I was breathing hard, my shoulders trembling as I leaned back against the edge of the couch, open shirt trailing on either side of my spit-slickened torso as his warm breath washed over my pale skin like a titillating breeze. I arched my hips towards his mouth invitingly, not daring to think about what I was doing. I was too far gone already, choking on my own lust. My body knew what to do, how to act, and I'd long since let it take over.

He was breathing hard, eyes wide, drinking me in below the waist. He looked up at me then, grinning a crooked grin. It was as friendly as it was cruel. He put his left hand on my bare hip and began to rub the bush of my groin with his right, massaging me deeply, tickling and prickling everything but my cock with his bold, sausage-like fingers. He knew I'd never been touched like this before. He knew it was driving me crazy.

I began to breathe harder, faster. I tensed the muscles of my thighs, my buttocks, my groin, trying to keep my body from melting. I was in total heat, but somewhere down in the core of my reptile brain I knew to keep myself upright. If my body gave way, and I fell into his grasp completely, it would all be over for me then and there.

He was drooling openly, shamelessly. It dripped from his rough beard and into the thick fuzz of my pubic hair as he raised his head and flicked his tongue into my navel again, then down the gentle slope of my lower belly and along the shallow valley of tender flesh between my stomach and my hip. His fingers pushed deeper as I panted far above, kneading the convulsing muscles of my engorged groin until my legs shook and parted for him like water, and then...

Some small hot core of my body gushed warm pleasure into my gut as his fingers pushed into it. The fire in my loins spread, engulfing my stomach, my bowels, my legs, my brain. The torture was too much – I had to have his hands on me. My ass, my cock, I didn't care – I wanted his sex. All of it.

I dared not move to guide him, though. He wouldn't have let me. I squirmed more instead, because by then I knew he liked the sight of it. I opened my legs as wide as I could get them in the confining prison of my half-opened jeans, and his massaging stopped. He knew I wanted everything now. Truly wanted it. He could read it on my face, feel in in my body. “Please,” I gasped, the pit of my stomach aching under his tongue with some phantom pain I'd yet to experience.

He yanked my pants down around my ankles. My dick, a solid, thick, uncut seven inches, sprang from my pants as he released it. It smacked against my stomach, leaving a sticky patch of precum as, slowly, it began to slide to the side. I gasped wantonly, like a chick, gripping the sofa beneath me. I’d never seen my own cock that large, that engorged. This was nothing like being molested in the cold, desolate light of day. This was warm, and secret, and –

He buried his bearded face in the soft, fuzzy cushion of my pink scrotum, his tongue forging a path up into the hidden crevice deep beneath my dick. I spasmed under the sudden attack, moaning impotently. His tongue left that spot and found another deep in the cushion of my ballsack, at the small mound of my left testicle.

I whimpered something that may have been a protest. I tried to push his head to another spot, but he grabbed my wrists and forcefully shoved them back to my sides. I hadn't expected my balls to get any attention. Despite the length and thickness of my cock, my balls have always been pretty small, resting in an embarrassingly adorable pink pouch at the base of my dick. They were all but nonexistent whenever I got hard, shrinking up into my body as my cock grew in size, their pink pouch deflating like a balloon until I looked like a eunuch down there. It was the only part of my body I was truly embarrassed about, and the only reason I'd always tried to avoid getting blowjobs from chicks before I fucked them. I'd been too frightened and mortified by everything else to feel embarrassed by them earlier that week, when he'd stripped me against his cruiser on the side of the road. But it was different now. I wasn't just letting him have what he wanted at that point. I wanted him to want me. I'd assumed his attention would be too focused on my ass to worry with my tiny balls, but now…

He grunted against my scrotum just as hungrily as he'd grunted against the rest of my body. His tongue pushed and bullied its way into my groin, nudging my testicle out of its warm retreat. His mouth shortly engulfed it, rolling it against his tongue as his lips provided light, aching suction. I whimpered, nearly sobbed. Hot, wet, consuming ecstasy flooded my senses, erasing me.

He breathed deeply through his big nose, absorbing the scent of my intimates. Hands ran roughly up my torso until he found my pecs again. He twisted each of my nipples at once, harder than before. My back arched and I squealed with helpless pain, not caring at all that I sounded like a girl, like a bitch. I was lost in the heat and the pleasure and the pain, thrusting my hips into his hungry, prickling face as he devoured each of my steadily loosening balls, his long nose bent sideways against the base of my throbbing cock. I was begging him with my body – thanking him, praising him, feeding him. For the moment I wasn't even the slightest bit afraid of him. If this was what he wanted from me, I'd give him all of it and more.

His hands left my aching nipples and closed in around my throbbing cock. He pulled the foreskin back viciously as his tongue left my balls, only to reappear beneath the wet, sensitive head of my exposed penis, round and round and round –

 “Oh – oh my God – ” I grabbed his bald head with one hand to steady myself, to root myself in the real world, to him. His hand snaked around to my clenching butt cheek and gripped it firmly, massaging it with tender force. I realized his fingers were sticky and wet with his spit, and then –

His middle finger pushed up into my ass quite abruptly, past the tight ring of my unsuspecting sphincter and up, up, until his knuckles were pressed against either side of my hole – as if he were flicking off my tailbone at close range.

I cried out and grabbed onto his bald head frantically with both hands now. It was pretty painful – a deep, sharp stinger – but not enough to make me want him to stop. I'd known this was coming, after all. We'd both known he wanted me this way the second he'd pinned me against his cruiser.

Luckily (or perhaps by his design) the sharp pain of his penetration couldn’t hope to compete with the boiling ocean of his tongue and lips around my cock. They were milking my exposed sex hungrily, relentlessly – and now the finger up my ass began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, then up, pushing against the base of my – my –

It felt strange now. Strange, and familiar, and very, very good. So good I thought I was going to –

 “Wait,” I wheezed desperately, pushing uselessly against his head. “I’ll – you're gonna fucking make me piss –”

His mouth retreated from my stiff dick immediately, leaving it wet and cold and burning as a glistening trail of spit drooped between the head of my cock and his sneering lips. His finger stayed in my ass, but it had stopped moving. The maddening bolt of crazed sensation that had nearly made me piss myself began to dissolve back down the length of my cock. It settled back into the core of my groin, wrapped firmly around the sting of his intruding finger.

 “Boy, you taste too good,” his deep voice rasped enthusiastically, hot breath rushing across my wet sex like peppermint, exhilarating. “I could suck on you all day, every bit of you, s'long as you keep whining like that.” He looked up at me, black eyes on fire, grinning wider than ever as spit and precum glistened on his lips. “I am so happy you came. This is worth every penny I'd have made writing your sweet ass a ticket.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just grinned back at him. It felt weak, frail, confused, but at least it was real.

His finger slid out of my ass and he stood up, rubbing his bulging crotch unabashed with his right hand, squeezing my hard cock with the other. He tugged on it, and I stood up. I stepped out of my crumbled pants at his urging, agonized with need. He tossed his head to the right – the hallway. I followed him, and he led me by my dick. I had to walk fast.

His bedroom was dim and shadowy, lit only by the orange light of the hallway and the blue glow from the night outside. He guided me around him as he stripped off the tattered remnants of my shirt, then pushed me playfully onto his bed. I fell on my back into a soft pile of quilts and pillows, my calves dangling off the edge of the mattress, as naked as I'd ever been in the presence of another man. I looked down my splayed body at him, past the exclamation point of my erection and the pale meat of my open thighs.

He stood silhouetted in the doorway, his tight white shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, strong hips, furry chest. His ragged jeans barely held the bulge of his cock in check. I could see the shape of its great hidden mound even in this low light. He oozed masculinity. I wanted him to come at me, wanted him to hurt me, fuck me –

I whimpered quietly beneath the intensity of his gaze, pale skin reddening as a hot blush rushed across my exposed body. I covering my bare stomach with one hand, not even realizing I'd done it. I suddenly felt like raw meat, vulnerable and leaking, completely naked beneath him for the first time. He was still fully clothed, still tasting me in his mouth as his eyes scoured every plane and valley of my body – even the parts of me that no one had ever seen, or touched, or bothered to notice at all. I was getting harder despite this – or because of it – again to the point of pain.

He smiled warmly at the sight of my awkward timidness. It was filled with lust, to be sure, but also...kindness. “Alright, okay. If it'll make you feel more comfortable...” The lewd edge in his voice was palpable.

He took off his shirt without much ritual and tossed it into the darkness. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop, then bent forward as he pushed his tight white underwear down the length of his hairy, musclebound thighs. Knees, calves, gone. He didn’t bother taking off his socks, but I didn't care at that point. I was hungry for his body despite my dull fear, studying its fresh nakedness with shallow, horny breaths.

He turned for me, liking the attention, smirking down at me and flexing his great muscles. He was beautiful, carved like a god. His thick body hair was confined to the normal areas, black and plentiful over tight, milk-white skin. His shoulders and back – even his ass – were totally smooth, obviously shaved in preparation, as if he'd known a smoother body would make it even easier for me to swell at the sight of him, to want him. His dick was uncut, like mine, and…oh Lord…

I lay silent and motionless as he crawled over me. He took my hand away from my stomach and pinned my wrists at my sides. He lowered his head and pushed his tongue into my navel yet again, eating it slowly this time, sensually. I was shivering violently at the violating sensation, unable to writhe though I desperately needed to. I was gasping like a child, moaning as quietly as I dared. He growled into my gut as he enjoyed my body, devouring it as a wolf would, gorging on the heat of my belly.

Once he'd had his fill, he moved his head up from my stomach, nibbling at the rest of me until his mouth was hovering over my own. The bed shifted and creaked as he lowered the full length of his body over mine, raising his eyes to mine and holding them easily. I felt it at last. It flopped down heavily onto my groin astride my own throbbing member, rippling with heat. I felt its head against my hip, his balls on my balls. I broke from his gaze and looked down, then gasped in awe of it. It was easily two inches longer than mine. Not as quite the same thickness, but more than thick enough…

He laughed softly when my eyes got wide. I could tell he was enjoying this, putting his obviously superior manhood on display against my own, dominating me even in this way. I didn’t care. I couldn't. It was utterly exhilarating, so unlike the messy bedroom squabbles with girls my own age, where I was always on top before we'd even taken off our clothes, happy enough for the eventual release but always left wanting more.

He grabbed his hard dick and smacked it against my groin like a billy club. He laughed again and pressed his body against mine completely, head to toe, his hairy chest and stomach rubbing up against my smoother skin. My nipples were tickled by his rug of body hair, my belly quivering against his heat. His huge, hot dick and heavy balls dwarfed and engulfed my own. His hands ran up and down the sides of my body, then stopped at my face. His eyes were holding mine again – and then he kissed me.

It was the last thing I expected him to do, but to my great surprise I welcomed it. I even pushed back at it. Our beards mingled with our spit, rubbing against my face, scratching deliciously. I couldn’t penetrate his dominant mouth, however, as his tongue was effortlessly pinning my own...

He pulled back just as suddenly as he'd gone in, holding my aching jaw with one big hand. “Sorry,” he gasped. “I know I said no kissing.”

I said nothing. I just kissed the wiry hair ofhis chin, nibbled at his mouth, and kept my eyes on his. Something had clicked when he'd pressed his mouth into mine, when I'd tasted his hot breath straight from the source. It had somehow completed the intimate circuit of his body against mine, bathing my skin in endless goosebumps. It was like a drug, and I wanted more of it. Daddy, I thought, and almost said out loud – but I knew I was pushing things much too far already...

He grinned wildly. “Fuck it,” he growled, and kissed me again. Hard. His hand appeared at my dick and squeezed even harder. I squealed beneath his lips, going utterly wild with lust as he dominated my sex. I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening my body to him, submitting to instinct. It felt right to hold him like this, thighs open around the hardness of his naked body as his big cock slipped below my hips, the hard length of it rubbing against the hairy heat between my ass cheeks as he moved over me, angling for a deeper kiss. At no point did I think of how humiliating this should be, how I was taking up the woman's position of my own free will. Like I said, something had clicked, and I was too far gone to question it.

His hand appeared at my rear end as his thighs pushed my legs further apart, and his finger…

He pulled his mouth from mine and left my dick to flop as he roughly turned me over onto my belly. My face was pushed into the soft, musty quilts as held my chest to the bed and forced my knees beneath my hips, putting me into a perversely vulnerable rutting position. It pushed my ass into the air above my curved spine, now inches away from his breath...

His tongue was there in an instant, licking hungrily, lapping ceaselessly at my clenching hole as his prickly face pushed into me like meaty sandpaper. I practically shrieked in surprise and gripped the quilts beneath me, mind reeling. I hadn't expected his mouth down there, hadn't given any thought to what it might even feel like. It was so freakishly obscene...so fucking hot...

His hands spread my ass open wide, and his tongue was rimming me thoroughly. He pushed its hot thickness into my steadily loosening asshole, grunting like a gorilla, in and out, spitting with each thrust, wetting my hole, moistening everything between my hairy, quivering ass cheeks. He ran his tongue over the thick ring of black hair that encased my trembling hole, making sure I knew just how much he loved every inch of what he was tasting – before plunging its twisting tip back in. Wet trails of spit ran down my ass cheeks, my thighs, my taint, my balls. I was panting very, very hard, and I was in heaven. There was only his tongue. I was opening up to him naturally without realizing…

His tongue left and was quickly replaced by his fingers, slick with something much colder and thicker than spit. He held my ass still with one firm hand as he tested my wet hole with the other. I was breathing hard as wordless, useless thoughts rolled through my brain and melted into strange anticipation…

His finger entered me slowly this time. The stuff that covered it – it must be lube, please be lube – eased its passage significantly better than spit, warming as it spread inside of my tense rectum. It pulled out gently after it reached the second knuckle, and then it was joined by another, the ring of muscle groaning as it stretched…

I breathed hard into the quilt, opening myself to the dull pain of his digits. I was reflexively trying to squeeze him out, but he held me firm and turned me out with the simmering patience of a circling predator.His probing fingertips eventually brushed something behind my throbbing dick, above my hanging balls. The warm, delicious pleasure I'd been craving all week swelled where he touched it, making my thighs shake uncontrollably. I gave him a quivering moan.

 “You’re ready,” he said, and I had no choice but to believe him.

His fingers left as slowly as they came, leaving me wanting. He did not leave me that way for long – my breath quickened as the pulsing nudge of what could only be his huge dick appeared at the rim of my hole, pushing ever so slightly against it, undeniable.

I was exhilarated. I was scared. I didn't even wonder if he was wearing a condom.

 “Don’t worry, college boy,” he said softly, his big, strong hands squeezing my fuzzy buttocks and roaming across the small of my back. “This next part will hurt. A lot. Just remember it won't last forever, no matter what you might think.”

“Okay...” I muttered, suddenly more afraid than anything else.

His knees bullied my legs further apart and locked against them, spreading me open. He was rubbing the full length of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, making me hot with ignorant, obscene desire. “My dick’s big, buddy-boy. Bigger than most virgins can take. But you’ve got a big ass. A big, strong, sexy ass – attached to a big,strong, sexy body. You'll bend before you break. You can take it. You’re gonna love it after this, just as much as I'm loving it. I promise. Now, relax...”

I couldn’t even think of answering before he pushed the tip of his into me. I was unwitting and well-lubed, and I had no time to resist – but it didn't matter.

God! He was huge! My ass was stretching in ways I'd only ever imagined as he pushed it into me, and the pain of it…stretching…ripping!

I screamed into the quilts when the ring of my sphincter finally gave way. The head of his hard cock punctured my hole as my entire ass spasmed violently around it. I could feel my slickened sphincter pop as he split it open, only to tighten around the shaft of his cock once the rending bulge of the mushroom head was already inside. The pain was the most intense thing I'd ever experienced in my life, an instant bonfire of agony that filled my ass to the brim.

 “Oh fuck!” I gasped shrilly. It sounded like I was crying. “Take it out, please, please – it fucking hurts…!”

He ignored me, of course – if he could even hear me through the quilts and the lust. My hands were on his hard hips, trying to push him out of me. It wasn't going to happen.

His hands left my ass twitching cheeks grabbed my wrists. He wrenched them behind my back and held them there with one big hand, pulling a shrill yelp from my throat as I lost what little control I had. His other hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my chest back down into the bed until my back was properly arched once more, bringing my ass back up to meet the bulbous pain of his cock. His knees were still locked between my thighs, keeping my legs spread wide and my ass as defenseless as it could possibly be. I was completely dominated, pinned between the bed and his cock with no leverage to speak of. I bellowed desperately into the quilts.

“I told you, Mikey. A dick's a lot worse then a couple of fingers, especially a dick like mine. But it's also better...” His strong fingers were massaging the back of my neck, causing the impossibly tense muscles of my upper back to tingle and quake. “You just have to get through this part first. It's never pretty, but the first time's always gonna the worst. Gotta stretch you out, teach your ass to take it...”

I was only barely able to hear him. His cock was moving again, agonizingly slow, and I whimpered miserably. He stopped after a moment, letting me expand around him, body aching stubbornly. “Deep breaths, Michael...”

The hand on my neck pushed beneath my jaw. His big forearm lifted my head, pointing it forward, all but choking me. He was leaning into me now, pushing deeper as he did so, lightly nibbling on the meat of my shoulders as I mewled into his arm. “Between you and me,” he growled against me, “your ass is so fuckin tight right now, I think I'll be just fine if you never learn how to take it right...” He made me twitch and gyrate around his cock as his tongue flickered in and out of my ear, driving me closer to madness along with with each excruciating inch he pushed into my shuddering ass.

I wasn't screaming or pleading now – just panting. Deeply, shrilly, but evenly at least. He'd freed my wrists once I was done struggling, his free hand now warmly cupping my tensing pec, teat and all. I was pushing my guts out whenever his dick pushed in, willing myself not to clench up until the next pause. The intensity of the pain was fading – slowly.

“You're so fuckin hot, college boy...” he whispered into my ear between the darts of his tongue, worming his cock a little deeper as sweat ran down my grimacing face. “Best cherry I've ever had, and I'm not even fuckin you yet….”

Despite the roaring pain, I could feel a hot stream of precum leaking out of my stiff shaft as he spoke...though my cock was so far beyond my realm of sensation that it may as well have been numb. God...he was still pushing...he wasn’t even halfway in…

My concentration broke, and I clenched against him as he was pushing in. I sobbed feebly at the sudden, incredible pain of my ass tightening around his monstrous cock, feeling both embarrassed at the weak sound of my own voice and also incredibly turned on.

He paused. “You okay?”

 “Yeah…” Why had I said that? I was far from okay. I was so close to crying openly it was pathetic, and he could hear it clearly in my wavering voice. This was beyond mortifying. This was worse than any horrific fantasy I'd imagined...I didn't think I'd fucking cry in front of him...not again...

He did not push further. He leaned back, freeing my upper body from his grip. His big warm hands resumed their patrol over my quivering ass, my tense back, my shaking thighs. I felt him squirt more lube down the crack of my ass. His fingers traced the swollen ring of my sphincter where it met the invading shaft of his cock. He was gently pushing the lube into it, massaging it deliciously.

I lost myself in his tender attention, let it settle my mind. The pain in my ass was quickly fading into a consistently dull ache as it finished stretching around him. His fingers were pushing into my ass alongside his cock now, filling me with more lube that grew deliciously warm as it spread into my canal, The slow, almost pleasant stretching sensation of the kneading fingers and his massive cock made me groan with pleasure. Before long there was a lake of lube dripping wetly from my ass and around the exposed length of his cock. My hole had loosened completely around fingers, his cock –

He hooked his thumbs into my open hole and pushed himself in to the hilt without warning, the roughness of his black pubes suddenly scraping against the tortured flesh of my inner ass. The tip of his huge dick was instantly crammed into the most intimate part of me, filling me up and stretching me out. It was crushing heavily into the sweet spot his fingers had grazed before, and I felt an explosion of primordial pleasure deep within my guts, like nothing I’d ever felt before – and a deep, wrenching hurt at the same time, the feeling of his monster cock forging a path into my virgin bowels as my hole stretched to its absolute limit around its base. I clenched, hard this time. The pain –

I cried out and bent into myself, both at the pleasure and the agony of it – but mostly the consuming, indescribable pain. He wrapped his big arms around my trunk and pulled me up into his body, back arched against his chest, agonized ass pushed against his groin as it convulsed around the base of his cock.

His hot breath was at my ear. “Shhhh, shhhh…relax, boy...relax…relax…” He massaged my trembling stomach as he whispered this to me, moving his hips ever so slowly, gently rocking his cock inside my ravaged ass as his hands moved down to my groin. He fondled my balls where they had retreated into my body, warming them and coaxing them until they hung freely below my cock in the humid heat beneath us. He stroked my dick, which was still hard as a rock, still aching and throbbing, still dripping with precum.

“You know, the Aztecs believed that a man who’d been to war and a woman who’d given birth were both kinda equal in the eyes of their gods. Before I was a cop, I…I’ve been to war. And after tonight, you…” He squeezed my ass tenderly. “Well, for you this is a little bit of both all rolled into one, isn’t it?”

He laughed at his own joke, fingers dancing over my skin as I blushed against him, unable to think clearly. “Now, breathe…relax...”

His strong hands and his deep voice worked their magic. My hole eventually loosened, and somehow my insides relaxed around the impossible fullness of his cock. His hips began to roll a little bit faster, and I noticed it – with every small, smooth push he made within me, the bulbous tip of his cock nudged some painfully intimate core of me, and I received a small bloom of wet, sticky, indescribable pleasure that traveled from my stomach to my thighs, up and down my spine…

His hands moved back down to my stretched belly, just below the navel. His strong fingers pushed into me there, pushed down as his dick pushed forward. He was kneading some small knob of me between his fingers and his cock and the muscle of my lower stomach, and the pleasure was doubled, tripled – more – until it overran the pain in a pure instant of heated lust.

I moaned rather loudly without meaning to, a moan of real, shameless pleasure. There was no one there to hear it, after all, not in this secret place. No one but him.

I pushed my ass into his crotch, grinding into him instinctively, no better than an animal in heat. Was this how chicks felt when I fucked them? Not just the aggressively physical thrill of the cock filling me up...but this submissiveness that felt sublime, born of the mind-erasing pleasure he wielded at the end of his cock...this desperate, yearning need to receive him, to take him in...all of him...

 “God,” I whispered, in awe. “Holy shit, that’s amazing…”

 “I told you, boy,” he growled as his tongue dug into my neck, his hands roaming the light fur of my stomach and chest. “You think that feels good, you’re gonna be lovin it in a second here.”

I ran my hands over his strong thighs,welcoming his hips instead of pushing them away. “Why’s that?” I asked lustily, though I already knew the answer.

He laughed softly, put his hand between my shoulders, and pushed me forward until I was bent over in front of him again. Ass perked, at his mercy. “’Cause I’m about to fuck you into that mattress.”

And he did. In seconds I was forced headlong into a world of monstrously intense pleasure, of a kind I'd never imagined. I felt every inch of him as he rammed past my spasming hole, deep into my bowels, and out again. Explosion after sweet explosion ripped through my nether regions, flooding me with hot, wet, stabbing bliss. I let it out through my mouth as rabid moaning, through my flesh as uncontrollable quivering, my skin as sweat and steam – still, it was not enough, and I could do nothing but grasp at the pillows, the sheets, his ramming thighs…

The sound of his sweaty hips slapping against my ass came in quick, loud intervals, in time with his heavy, vocal grunts. His fingers were digging into my ass, my hips, holding me in place while he drilled me rotten. I barely registered this, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere. My body was his. He'd claimed it, and I was only along for the ride. Keeping myself loose for him became automatic, involuntary; I wanted all of him inside me, wanted him to split me open, rip me in half…

 “Fuck boy!” he cried, breathless and steady. “I knew this hairy ass would look good with a cock in it! I fuckin love being right!”

I could only moan urgently in response. Both of his hands slapped my ass hard enough to make my cheeks ripple around his thrusting cock, turning my moan into a shriek.

He grabbed my ankle and raised my leg into the air as he flipped me on his cock, over onto my side, never breaking pace with his relentless fucking. I could see him through my watery, half-closed eyes as I struggled to catch my breath, my insides quickly rearranging themselves to receive him. I was getting fucked out of my mind. My rock hard dick was slapping against my flat stomach with every thrust, in time with my frantic moans. His sinewy muscles were bulging with each deliberate, splitting punch he slammed into me. His hands were needy, utterly possessive, almost violent. He was grinning in a strained sort of way, as if it were barely concealing some unknowable pit of boiling hate. It was so fucking hot.

He threw my knee over his shoulder. His hand ran up my stomach, across my chest, and twisted my nipple until I saw lights. I bucked against him, moaning shrilly, only a little deeper than the sound a chick would make with a fat cock ramming into her. I couldn't form proper words through the haze I was in, but I was easily, freely communicating everything that I was. He slapped my ass and squeezed, grunting at me like a berserker.

I loved it.

His hand ran back down my shuddering torso and stopped at my hard cock. He squeezed it hard, making it leak again, and began to jack me off. His touch was light, but his rhythm was fast – he was stroking me in time with his shattering thrusts. I thought I was exploding with pleasure before…but this was too much. I was going to –

He came inside of me with a roar, and immediately I felt his impossibly hot cum wash over my shivering prostate and everywhere else inside.

I roared myself as I came in his hand that same instant, the manliest sound I'd made the entire evening. I unloaded so much, so quickly, that it squirted through his fingers and landed across my stomach and chest and even my beard, mingling with pooling sweat.

He kept fucking me even after this, plowing into my conquered, supplicant ass until it was squelching numbly around his hard cock, until I was going a little limp. Only then did he begin to slow down, though his dick wasn't getting any softer. I thought I might panic if he didn't stop soon...

His thrusts eventually became leisurely, soothing swells of dominant pressure and aching delight, and his hand was still gliding over my semi-hard dick, beautifully lubricated by my monster load of cum and incredibly sensitive – so much that I was jerking and almost shrieking now, grasping the quilts beneath me to keep myself from batting his hands away.

Finally his hand left my tortured cock, the foreskin pulled away to reveal the bright red, glistening head that was soaked in my own cum. He positioned my hips so that I was lying on my back again. I was buzzing now, loose and limber, a toy in his arms. He pulled my ass up and lay on top of me, still inside me, and then we were fucking missionary-style.

He – we weren't done. I thought he'd taken me deep before, but this new position was deeper still. My thighs shook on either side of his massive, consuming bulk, and his long cock was slowly pumping into the core of my guts. His hand was teasing my dick once more, which was getting hard again already.

I wrapped my arms around the steady strength of his back. I wrapped my legs around his tight waist, gripping him with my limbs, as well as all the newly-discovered muscles of my throbbing, pliant ass – holding him to me in every way I could.

His hot breath washed over my lips, sweet and heavy. “Did you love it?” I was panting under his mouth, desperately drinking his words.

I didn’t have to think. “That was fucking amazing.” My voice was my own again, reedy and masculine and dazed, but not a girlish squeak to be heard.

He smiled as he kissed my neck, pushing his tongue along the tender muscles of my throat, making me shiver violently against his skin. His dick was fully and ready again, growing and swelling comfortably inside of me, warm and demanding. I found myself caught up in a lazy sort of ecstasy. He was still fucking me, still stroking me off – slowly now, but very deliberately. I sighed with pleasure and ran my hands across the rippling muscles of his broad, sweaty back. His tongue roamed across my neck, my chest, nipples, shoulders, jaw, lips…he wanted every inch of me. I'd never felt this absurdly sexy with a girl. Not even with myself.

I felt the meaty bloom of that deep, hidden bliss growing as he reawakened it with his cock. He sensed it, and began to fuck me just the slightest bit faster…faster… I whimpered, growing shrill as my strength was fucked out of me one more,ready to explode all over again.

He slowed down with his fucking and his stroking – well before I was able to cum – and he kissed me. I kissed him back hard, with equal parts lust and frustration. He kissed back harder, pinning my tongue with his. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and stroked me faster, fucked me faster, bringing me a bit closer…but never close enough…

He held me on that razor’s edge for a long, long while, slowing and quickening in response to the quickness of my breath and the trembling of my body in his hands. He was always one step ahead of my swelling orgasm, always slowing at just the right moment, always changing his tempo before the pinnacle had been reached. It was an art to him, and one he'd obviously mastered.

Just when I didn’t think I could take it any longer – thought I'd go insane – he arched his strong back and hauled my hips up into his body. He lifted the bottom half of my body off the bed and shoved his knees under my ass as his cock sank into it right down to the root. I know I shrieked then, but it was the farthest thing from pain that ripped the sound out of me. His fucking sped up, faster and faster, his cock easily punching up into my open ass and the frantic, pulsing sweet spot beyond.

Before I realized what was happening, I'd cum in his hand all over again. I felt it splash over his stomach, my stomach, as he savagely pumped my cock. He leaned down again, fucking deeper still. His movements over me rubbed my cum into our skin – and still he was kissing me, pumping faster as I melted around his cock with a guttural moan that may as well have belonged to a desperate sow.

He came inside of me again, groaning into my mouth. I could feel the overflow of his hot cum oozing out of my ass and across my sticky cheeks as he rammed into the deep, aching core of my body.

He stopped fucking me only when his dick began to go limp, though I'd long since relaxed completely. My ass was a hot, loose, sticky mess, an accommodating home for his fat cock as it finally came to rest. It felt right – as right as it could. I was too exhausted to care, too delirious, fucked into complete and total submission. He lay on top of me, huge and heavy, inescapable. Our bodies lay twisted together, both of us far too exhausted to move. He was still inside me, and his hand was still grasping my raw, softening dick. It was still firmly wrapped around me long after I’d gone limp.

The outside world slowly seeped into my senses as my consciousness faded. The winter wind outside was howling, low and mournful, like a beast that wanted to come in from the cold. The mineral stink of the sex was quickly becoming sour. The heat of the house and of our bodies was enough to keep us warm, and I remember wondering why I wasn't afraid, now that the spell had been broken. Not afraid, no...I just wanted him off of me. I wanted to shower, to forget this...but it was far from over.

Eventually we fell asleep still locked into one another, to the stomach-churning smell of sweat and cum and another man's breath. I did not dream.