Ivan was what you might call a friend who took a bit too much advantage of your hospitality. He lived out near Lyon, and whenever he needed a place to crash in Paris to play at a concert (this guy was part of military orchestras), he would always call on his good old college buddy — me.
But how could I say no? After all, he wasn’t just a good friend; he also had the kind of dream physique that fueled the fantasies. At 27, this Russian-born stud had built an impressive musculature thanks to his training at the barracks. And between his broad shoulders, his huge pecs/arms and his military haircut, I often jerked off about him. A true walking embodiment of masculinity.
Over a year, we had been meeting regularly, and I had already gotten a good glimpse of his beast of a dick. But it had been a while since his last visit and I was desperately craving his capitvating presence.
So when Ivan called to arrange his visit, I immediately started dreaming about trying to get into his pants. I knew he'd been single for a long time and didn't have the opportunity or time to swipe off social media (and you know how hard it is to meet people there as a straight guy). So, I went all out on tonight, suggesting we come over and watch movies at home. I planned to surprise him by wearing some naughty lingerie, just for him. Worst case scenario, even if he wasn't into it, we'd still have a good time.
We met up in front of my place, and he rushed toward me with a big, genuine smile on his face:
"Man, it's been way too long! Tell me everything."
He hugged me close, his big arms were keeping me safe. It felt good to be against him so tightly. His manly scent quickly penetrated my nostrils.
"Yeah, been a while."
"Let's eat I'm dying over here." He winked at me, adjusting his crotch.
After a good home-cooked meal that I made, a few beers and even a pastis, I suggested we move to my bed to watch a good old film noir on tv. He nodded enthusiastically.
Not long after the film began, I sensed Ivan was a little distracted by one actress in particular. He commented on her outfit, her smile, her eyes. He paid her several compliments, and I noticed him regularly readjusting his package.
I suggested we get ready for bed, which he did, taking off his jeans and jacket, keeping only a pair of slightly loose boxers and a white tank top.
"Take my socks off." He asked me with a mischievous smile.
I helped him, enjoying the powerful aroma his feet gave off after a full day spent in rangers.
I lay sprawled on my bed, the glow of the television casting a soft light over the room. The drama unfolding on the screen was entertaining enough, but it wasn't enough to distract me from the presence of my old military buddy, Ivan, stretched out beside me. With nothing but his wifebeater and boxers, his muscular frame tensed with stress. I could see a massive bulge in his boxers too. Yummy.
"You're mean dude." He sighed.
"What?"
"That chick got me too excited and I haven't been able to unload for days man. Could we watch something else?"
"What do you have in mind?"
Suddenly, Ivan reached for the remote and got into the options.
"Let me show you something."
He went into his settings and enabled Cast on his phone. Soon, I saw logos of unsavory websites flashing across my screen in large letters.
"I need to unload, man," he muttered, his voice rough with need. I couldn't help but chuckle at his bluntness. He began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"Sure dude, you do you. Any video you want to watch?"
"Let me handle this." He said, deeply focused. "Nowadaws I'm mostly waching Anny Walker. She has such a dream body man." He strated typing something in the browser while massaging his cock, still trapped in his plaid boxers. "Would give my soul to fuck her."
Ivan's boxers were bursting at the seams trying to contain his maybe eight inch cock, which was fully hard, dripping wet and pulsing so much inside the fabric I could see it move up and down.
As I watched him, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had to make a move. Slowly, I moved forward, and the friction from my hips helped lower my shorts, leaving my almost bare ass exposed.
I knew Ivan had a weakspot for female lingerie. And this thong was my best option to seduce him.
Finally, he seemed to notice somthing and cleared his throat:
"Damn."
I could feel his gaze fixed on my ass
"That's a nice butt."
"You can touch if you want. Go ahead."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure about how things were unfolding. But the constant throbbing in his underwear eventually convinced hum. He reached over, his calloused fingers sliding the thong to the side. he looked at my hole for a while, like a tourist in front of an erotic painting, both fascinated and aroused.
"So soft and round. You've got a great hole too." Of course I had shaved and prepared it well enough to please this gorilla of a man.
His huge hands were on each of my buttocks and he started to massage them thourhly, his thumbs dangerously close to my smooth ass crack and tight hole. Fuck this guy has some talent for that. I started relaxing and enjoying the moment until he asked this:
"Can I fuck it?"
I felt a rush of heat at his words, my own dick twitching in response.
"Go ahead," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ivan didn't need any more encouragement. He moved behind me, his dick rubbing against my ass. I could feel the pre-cum smearing against my skin, a testament to his arousal.
He placed his inflated dickhead on my hole and started to apply way too much pressure. I had to stop him:
"Fuck... get the lube under the bed. You're going to tear me up."
"Yeah, my bad. Sorry babe." He apologised and went to fetch the lube that I had carefully placed at handreach. "Guess I'm in heat right now, haha."
He didn't bother to put lube on my hole. He just applied a good amount on his dickhead and started to push. His gaze met mine for a few seconds, and he seemed suddenly overcome by awkwardness:
"Uh, could you please not look?" I obeyed and lay back down on my stomach. He seemed to pause for a moment, then reached for something in the distance. Soon, a black veil covered my eyes and part of my head.
"I prefer it like this, okay?"
Ivan had just draped part of the duvet over my head, hiding my face up to the neck.
Fuck.
"Here we go girl."
He entered me slowly, his dick stretching me open. I gasped, the sensation of being filled overwhelming. I could hear the sounds of the porn on the TV, the moans and groans of the actors mixing with our own. Good thing I had prepared myself, because this guy genuinely thought he could enter my ass any time.
I winced and tensed. Ivan noticed he couln't go past a few inches and stopped. He stayed focused on the porn and sayed nothing, absorbed on the boucing cheeks on screen. After a minute or so, the pain of his beer-can cock forcing me started to fade/ Ivan must have felt it because he soon pushed hard.
"Fuuuck Ivan. Go slow."
"Relax princess, I know you can take it."
I closed my eyes, concentrating on breathing and accepting his dick. It takes multiple tries until I feel his heavy balls on my ass.
"Wow.. That feels awsome." he commented.
Oh my.
This hunk of a guy was ballsdeep in me and I started to feel him twitch, stretching my insides. I bet he was coating me with his precum right now, preparing me for the pounding of a lifetime. I swear I could feel every inch, every vein of his cock inside me up to my belly.
"Don't want to ever pull out now. Fuck."
He stayed there for a while, enjoying my hole, letting me feel his girth. But soon enough, the chick on the screen started getting fucked.
Slowly, he pulled out and the sensation of gripping his cock maked me roll my eyes back so hard. It seemed to last forever, his glans massaging me from the inside. Then, in a long motion, he pushed back in, deep.
I gasped and started whimpering like a whore. He seemed to like it:
"That's right baby.. Feel every inch of this cock. You love it right ?" he whispered, and continued to slowly push in and out of me. I feel like a cock sleeve to him with how my hole was tightening around his cock.
He started to do some board thrusts, pumping deep in and far out, deep in and far out, over and over and over again. I could literally feel his cock expanding and hardening.
He seemed to imitate the speed of the video so I tried to moan at the same time as the actress to match his fantasy as closely as possible.
Five, ten minutes passed and Ivan began to fuck my poor hole faster, laying completely on me, applying all of his weight (ans he was a hefty dude). I was completely at his mercy and couldn’t get up even if I wanted to. He held me by my waist as he slowly pumped in and out of me, his dick reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust I have never felt as full as when he was inserted into me, and when he pulled out, I wanted nothing more than for him to go back in. I was addicted to his dick now.
"Fuck babe," Ivan grunted, his thrusts were now deep and fierce. "That pussy feels too good!"
I could only moan in response, trying to remain as girly as possible with my tone. I felt such like a whore for him, with his fat dickhead plowing my prostate over and over. I felt myself cumming soon and started seeing stars.
He found his footing and just fucked the hell out of me, dick foraging like an assembly machine. I could only stare at the actress, screaming in agony just like me. I felt close to her in a sense. We were both experiencing the best fucking of our life, at least she seemed to be having a great time just like me.
"You ready baby?"
"I'm going to cum balls deep."
"Yeah, gonna stuff you full."
"Take my seed Anny!"
"And you're going to love it!"
"Take it!"
"Coming!"
"It's fucking coming!"
With a final thrust, Ivan buried himself deep inside me:
"Fuuuuck!"
"Breed me!" I cried, feeling his hot dick lodging in my bowels.
His balls twiched hard on my ass. A massive first blast followed and I felt my guts flood with his cum, and I screamed in pleasure.
Ivan withdrew until his glans was almost out, before thrusting back fiercely.
"Get pregnant!" He shouted.
The feeling of his cum pumping into me while he was asking me to carry his child was too much. I sprayed my own load on the bedsheet.
Once again, his dick rubbed on my insides until it almost came out before diving back deep.
"Fuuuuuh... Take it!"
A loud grunt escaped from his dripping mouth and I felt a poweerfull squirt of man juice filling me up.
It was such a long orgasm, and he was twitching and groaning like he’d been holding it in for weeks.
"Still cumming bitch." His eight inch mighty cock slid deep and barfed a torrent of semen in my ass.
We layed there for a moment. Ivan moved the cover away from my head a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips.
"That was just what I needed."
I chuckled, a sense of satisfaction filling me:
"Anytime, stud." I said, my voice soft. "Anytime."
"Can I sleep with my dick in you? Is that ok?"
His question surprised me at first, but I was also quickly aroused by the idea of spending the night connected to him.
"Sure... I guess."
Deep down, I was afraid it might start to hurt after a while, but more than anything, I wanted to please him. I had become the perfect host. Hadn’t I?
"Sweet. Just go to sleep honey and enjoy my dick. I will chill out inside you, ok?"
Oh, you can be sure I'm going to make the most of it, man!
His arms wrapped around mine, his powerful chest pressing rhythmically against my back. I could feel the beating of his heart gradually slowing down.
Ivan didn’t take long to fall asleep. As for me, after all those emotions, it was a bit harder, but since I was trapped under his heavy body, I had no choice but to stay put.
A little later, I was woken up by a rather strong pain in my ass and beads of sweat falling down my neck. It must have been four or five in the morning. Outside, the night was pitch black, and not a single sound reached us. It was an oppressive silence, soon filled by the sounds of our bodies and fluids.
Soon, I felt a sting in my guts.
Shit, it's true, I slept with a fucking monster inside me.
And it felt as girthy as before, streching me full.
"Ivan, what are you doing? Shit... such a big cock."
"Shh. Calm down, girl, I have to fill you up again or I won't be able to sleep."
I didn’t even have time to process what he was saying before he started moving at a steady pace.
"Living in your pussy is the best feeling babe. It got me hard as fuck when I woke up so I've got to release some tension now."
"Wait.. now? Really?"
"Fuck yeah now, this dick won't be satisfied till I drop a few more loads. Sorry, I guess I'm unusually horny tonight."
He fucked me again, grunting like a caveman, as if he just had the best nap of his life and was ready to repopulate the entire earth. This guy truly had some energy for sex.
Fortunately, it didn't last as long as last time and soon I felt his thruts become more erratic and desperate:
"Here it cums slut. Take it."
I felt the familiar hotness of his juices coating my insides. It began sloshing inside me as he continued fucking me, but still, he produced more.
"Take this cum. Fuck yeah!"
He kept bucking, kept busting the deepest he could go in my insides, and kept this up till his balls were dry. At least I thought so.
"That's my personal pussy from now on. Only mine." He said while massaging my buttocks.
I'll spare you the details, but the night was pretty weird for me.
When Yvan woke up, he complained of being too hard and having to empty himself again. each time, I was woken by a freshly hard erection moving, slowly in and out of my ass. Suffice to say, I had to take a certain number of assaults. I didn't count, but it's possible that this stud continued to fuck me four or five times during that long night.
He got to fuck me in multiple positions too. I don't know how he managed to move me without ever leaving my hole, but I once woke up with him fucking me from the side. It was great.
Each time he fucked, he would nut in me some more. Hard and deep. Honestly, I didn't care at this point. And even if I did, it was impossible to resist him.
My ass was now so open that it was now closer to a real pussy than anything else. It's function was now entirely different. It was shaped only to satisfy Ivan's urges.
Around eight o'clock in the morning, I woke me up with a super strange feeling in my guts. As if someone was rearranging my insides with a baseball bat.
I cried in pain.
"Shit, sorry babe. That's my morningwood you're feeling." Ivan was on top of me, fucking my ass as if it was the most normal thing to do with your best friend.
His mouth was drooling, his eyes were not looking at me, still focused on the screen - even if no porn was on right now. The guy hadn’t even taken off his white tank top, too focused on his boner, the fabric clung to his broad, sweat-slicked chest.
"It's too much Ivan... Fuck!"
"Stay still princess. Breath and relax that pussy. You can take it, okay? Won't be long."
Of course he lasted way too long.
And he came inside. Again.
My hole was saturated with cum, overflowing with his fluids, and each thrust now splattered the sheets below us with more seed. How much did he produce that night ? My belly felt full of his hot and fertile man juice. I truly felt like I was carrying his baby. I guess if I had been a girl, it would have already happened since the first creampie.
What a night.
Ivan had a train early in the morning so he left the bed first, going for a shower while I was recovering from all this, not sure if I could actually stand up without my bowels leaving me for good.
"Shit. This guy is such a pain." I sighed while farting some of him cum out.
