The Counsellor

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Would you please consult with a health professional?

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I’m sorry for the lengthy wait everyone between stories, but life is being a bit complicated at the moment, added to that there have been some medical issues as well.

This is one of my old stories that I have been able to revamp to how I wanted it to be originally, but couldn’t get past their sensors like this, which is why I’m loving GayDemon. For those still living under lockdowns and those who may have Covid, I hope this whiles away some of the time for you, like it did for me!

Rod walked into my office. He was tall, about 205cm, with a swimmers’ body, but still had the body posture of a youth. As it turns out, Rod used to swim, competitively which was where he got the idea for his underwear, but more about that later. The boy was hung, anybody could see that, and fuck, I just wanted to be able to see what it was he has in his pants just once. Rod knew that everyone lusted after him because of his crotch; it was worse, he said, when he was younger and didn’t understand all the fuss was about. Sure, he knew he had a big dick, but who cared about that when you’re a young pre-pubescent teenager, it was only apparent when he became sexually active, but that was also the time he realised that everyone lusted after him. But Rod also realised that they were only interested in one thing. His cock, but he couldn’t find a girl who could take all of it, so he couldn’t thrust and pound the way he felt he wanted to.

In his very late teens, Rod tried to hide his crotch a bit but could never find a pair of jocks or boxer shorts that could compress his crotch the way that he wanted. That was when he remembered back to his swimming days and how his Speedos could not only contain his cock and balls, but they were also able to compress it somewhat so that he didn’t feel so embarrassed by his crotch in public. So, Rod purposely bought the Speedos a few sizes too small to reduce the bulge of his crotch in his pants, but then he was faced with the secondary problem: the Speedos really cut into him and outlined his crotch and arse probably a bit more than he liked. But what was a boy to do when he had such an enormous cock that everyone lusted after it, even the straight guys? His male friends always wanted to compare themselves against him; both soft and hard, it pissed him off.

But Rod was seeing me because he wasn’t dealing with life so well, and he was there to see me in my official capacity as a Counsellor. Rod’d been my Client for a few months, and he was getting better. But on this particular day, he called me as he’d had a ‘crisis of conscious’ and really wanted to talk to me about it and couldn’t wait till I was back in the office for his next scheduled session. So, I invited him to my house, which I did for my Clients who could only see me outside traditional working hours, so it was no big deal for me. I gave him my address, and we agreed on a time. I could have done the session over the phone, I supposed, but fuck it, I wanted him in my home. Also, I wanted to see him outside of the office where I didn’t feel quite so bound by the whole therapist/client thing.

As usual, Rod was extremely punctual; I greeted him at the door and ushered him into my office. Because I do see quite a few Clients at my house, my office has a door leading off my front porch, but for reasons seemingly way beyond me, I showed Rod the way into my office through the house. “So, what is this ‘crisis of conscious’ that couldn’t wait for our regular session?” I asked as we sat down.

While I just wanted to reach over and grab Rod by the shoulders and give him a damn good shake or a big wet sloppy kiss, I just couldn’t decide. So I just sat there passive and waited for him to start talking when he was ready. Finally, Rod picked up his glass of water and had a sip. As he put his glass down, he began, “as you know, I’ve been seeing this girl,” I nodded in encouragingly, “and while we’ve made out a few times, we’ve never been physical. Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Rod hastened to add, “we’ve hugged and cuddled and stuff….”

I must confess, I was beginning to zone out a bit; I mean, if this is his ‘crisis of conscious’ that drove him to see me ‘right now’, I mean fuck, this could have waited, for a month if needs be, but here we were.

“I mean, I knew it was leading up to sex when the realisation just hit me. I didn’t want to,” Rod said.

Meanwhile, I’d already sat bolt upright in my chair and was now leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

“I excused myself, saying I had to pee.” Rod continued, “I went to the bathroom, but her younger brother was having a shower. When I knocked on the door to find out how long the other person was going to be, her brother told me he was in the shower and asked me what I wanted. When I told him I had to pee, he told me not to be silly and come in. I didn’t stop and think; I just opened the door and went in. Now their bathroom has a very short passage before opening into the bathroom proper. Now, to be honest, I only had eyes for the toilet, as I really had to pee, and it wasn’t until I’d undone the fly of my jeans undone and scooped my cock out of my speedos that I even looked in the direction of the shower.”

And there Rod stopped, staring intently at the beads of condensation on his glass, and once again, I found I had to fight the urge to shake or slap him to make him continue. But, just when I thought I couldn’t stand the silence anymore, he continued.

“Her 16yr old brother was having a shower, but he hadn’t even pulled the shower curtain halfway across. It was almost as if he’d planned it deliberately so that he could show off or something. The shower stall was really deep, so there was no fear of flooding the bathroom, well, not from the shower anyway. He had his back to me as he continued to talk to me as he was soaping up his arse cheeks before he separated his arse cheeks to wash his anus. When he bent over to wash his legs, I could feel myself beginning to bone up. So, I quickly stuffed my thickening cock back into my Speedos as I watched the cheeks of his arse slowly separate until I could see the line of bubbles gliding slowly from the top of the base of his cleft towards the bottom. Then, I watched the bubbles glide slowly down the base of his cleft until they reached the tightly closed rosebud of his anus, where most of the bubbles travelled down either side of his anus, while some of the bubbles hung around in the crevices of his anus. Then, the bubbles that travelled around the sides of his anus met up again underneath his anus, and travelled the rest of the way down the base of his cleft, and continued down over his perineum. As he bobbed up and down, washing his legs, his cock seemed to be playing hide and come seek with me.”

At this point, I didn’t care about Rod, as I could feel myself leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and I knew that if I had to stand up at that moment, it would have only been to force my tongue as deep down his throat as I could get it.

“I had just got my jeans done up when he turned around, and I got hit in the face with the full-frontal view of his wet glistening bubble covered body. I was mesmerised watching the bubbles as they glided over his pecs and around his paps as they seemed to fairly dance over his four-pack wash-board stomach. As we were still talking, I had no other choice but to put down the toilet seat lid and sit on it as we continued our conversation. As I sat there, I watched as the bubbles seemed to accumulate in his navel and pubic bush.”

As for me, my cock had boned up long a long time ago, and now I just sat there surreptitiously trying to rearrange my cock in my pants as it was now painful all the time. But I don’t think he’d have noticed if I’d just stripped out of my pants and Speedos altogether, nor did I think he’d notice if I’d sat there slowly stroking my cock either. Fuck! He was making me so hot. I’d leaked so much pre-cum that it felt as though my jocks were full of pre-cum, so much so that I couldn’t wait to peel them off and bury my face in the wet, soupy material and inhaled deeply of the aromas I imagined I’d find there while I beat off.

“I was mesmerised,” Rod continued, “by the bubbles sliding down his almost completely smooth cock, only to gather at the tip of the circumcised head. Before they dripped off the tip of his cock and finally left his body altogether in large collective bubbly drips.

It wasn’t a huge cock, maybe 4” to 5”, but it was very hard to peel my eyes off it. I supposed it helped that he chose that exact moment to give both his cock and balls a good wash. It was a wonder I could keep up my end of the conversation as my eyes travelled down his shapely legs to his seemingly impossibly broad feet. If his feet are anything to go by, he was probably going to grow a lot taller yet.

Then my heart almost stopped…!”

Rod stopped talking and just sat there staring off into space, obviously watching the scene as it replayed itself in his mind’s eye, and fuck, I fervently wished I could get inside his head and see what he could see. To be able to break into Rod’s subconscious and be able to claim the memory for my own, but after what seemed like an eternity, Rod finally took up the narrative again. Slowly, almost as if he was drugged or simply just trying to savour the memory for as long as he could.

“Her brother bobbed down to grab the shampoo, and for that very brief moment, I watched the tops of his arse cheeks separate, as my eyes followed the furrow of his spine as it lay lower than the muscles of his back. My eyes just had to follow that furrow from the base of his neck to the tops of his arse cheeks as I lost sight of his cock and balls. Then he stood upright and closing his eyes, which allowed me the chance to stare hungrily at his wet, glistening, bubble covered body. But now he stood in an almost full stretch while he washed his hair.”

Once again, Rod fell silent, and finally finding my own voice, I asked him what happened next. Rod hung his head; I don’t know if it was in shame or embarrassment. I waited for a bit longer, and once again, I asked him what happened next, but still, there was no response. So finally, I reminded Rod that this is a safe place; there is no judgement here, unless he’s committed a crime, what we talk about in this room, stays in this room.

Rod finally drew in a very ragged breath, “I creamed my pants.” He said almost in abject sorrow, “I didn’t even touch myself,” he hastened to add. Then for the first time Rod’s narrative began, he looked up at me beseechingly with tears in his eyes, “I stood up to see if I had a wet patch on my jeans, which I didn’t, thanks probably to the Speedos. So I excused myself and went back to my girlfriend. I made some lame excuse to her about an appointment I forgot I had and was running late for, and left. I drove home and stripped the moment I walked through the door of my flat. Flopped down, naked on my bed, and with my very wet Speedos in my hand, smearing the cum and pre-cum mixture all over my face and sucking it out of the material. I wanked again and again and again; I must have cum 8 or 9 times before I could even think about trying to stop. I’d even managed to rub my cock red-raw in places.”

Rod looked up at me, caught me in a stare I could not look away from if I tried, while he drew in yet another ragged breath to ask me, “what’s wrong with me?” Rod practically shouted at me. His face was an absolute picture of abject misery.

I looked back at him, “so what do you think this means?” I asked him.

“I don’t know,” Rod spat back, “I’m not a fuckin’ poofter,” he said vehemently.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“No, but you’re probably thinking it. Fuck!” Rod exploded, “why does everyone think the worst of people?”

“Would it be so bad if you were a poofter?” I charged on before Rod had a chance to reply, “have you ever thought you might be bisexual, for example? Or that you were just admiring a beautiful male body? There is nothing wrong with admiring another persons’ body, be they male or female. Look at Leonardo’s statue of David. Does anyone run around saying Leonardo’s a poof, or do they just admire his statue of David for what it is, a work of art modelled on a very good-looking males’ body?”

We sat there in silence, Rod looking intently at the condensation that had formed on his glass and me looking at him.

“But what if I was gay?” Rod asked hesitantly.

“So, what if you were? What would that mean to you?”

There was nothing but a solemn brooding silence from his side of the room.

Screwing up my courage, I thought fuck it, but to him, I said, “Come here,” as I stood up and held my hand out to him invitingly. I didn’t give a fuck if he could see my erect cock outlined by the material of my pants, nor if I had a wet spot on my pants or not. I just stood there holding my hand out to him. Without looking up at me, Rod took my hand and pulled himself up to stand opposite the coffee table that was still between us. “Now, we’re not going to do anything that you don’t want to do. Ok?” I said, and he just nodded without saying anything. I turned and led him back into the house and into my bedroom.

“Ok, Rod. Now we are two consenting adults. You are consenting to this, aren’t you?” I asked Rod.

Rod just stood there and kind of nodded.

I reach out and grab the hem of his jumper and slowly slide it up his torso, all the while keeping eye contact—me, purposeful, piercing. Rod, shy and unsure, but he held my gaze nonetheless. When my hands pushed his arms out far enough, he lifted his arms above his head. Well, given our size difference, I had to stand almost on my toes to get his jumper over his head. When I’d removed his jumper, I didn’t just drop it on the floor, not like I normally would have with any guy I brought back to my place. God, then we both knew we were there to fuck, and we wouldn’t much care where our clothes ended up. All we wanted was to get to the flesh underneath. But. Because this was a seduction, and my very first seemingly straight guy at that, I didn’t want to piss him off too much. Especially if he’s half as hung as he claims. I mean, who’s really got a 14” cock, other than in their dreams. So, I reached over and draped his jumper over the top of my chest of drawers. I reached down to pull Rod’s t-shirt out of the top of his pants, but he reached down and grabbed both my wrists in an almost vice-like grip. “Um, I’m not really sure…about this. I don’t think this is the right thing to be doing. I’m not sure I want to….” Rod said as he looked down at the floor.

“That’s Ok, Rod,” I said, “as I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” As I silently cursed him in my head. All I wanted to do was to get into his pants. I wanted to know if he was half as big as he said he was.

“I…I…I’m not gay,” Rod said as he tightened his already vice-like grip on my wrists.

“Don’t worry about it. But, look, why don’t you just sit on the side of the bed, Rod. And, and we can just talk. If you want to.”

“Oh. Ok,” he said as he let my wrists go, thankfully, and sat on the side of the bed. “I mean, I’m more than just a big cock!”

“I know you are. We’ve been talking for a long time now, and I have no delusions that you are more than just a cock,” I agreed somewhat reluctantly, as I sat on the floor in front of him, “so, how are the studies coming along?”

“Um, pretty good, I think.”

I’m beginning to wonder if this will be worth it, no matter how big his cock is.

“Um, I’ve almost finished doing my primary school studies at the moment, and I’m thinking of doing secondary as well. Hey! What’re you doing?” Rod asked in alarm.

“I’m just taking off your shoes so that you can be a little bit more comfortable. Is that, Ok?”

“Um. Yeah, I s’pose so,” Rod said as he lifted his feet off the floor so I could take his shoes off. While I was at it, I removed his socks as well, while he didn’t have a chance to complain or change his mind, and he was a bit taken aback, but we kept talking, and I could see him visibly relaxing. It’s cute that Rod’s so embarrassed having me disrobe him like this. So, we talked a bit more about what he wanted to do when he left Uni and that sort of thing. Until the conversation moved onto girlfriends he’d had, we inevitably talked about the difficulty Rod’d had having sex with his girlfriends as he couldn’t get his whole cock inside them, as they were always too scared that they’d get hurt too much. Before I could stop myself, I uttered one word, “pussies,” I called them.

“Well…yeah, that’s right,” Rod said with a small smirk on his face before he realised what he was doing and wiped the smirk off his face.

I’d had enough. I grabbed Rod by his belt and pulled him up to a standing position, “Let me show you what I can do,” and before Rod had a chance to realise what I was doing, I’d undone his belt buckle and his jeans. Rod’s jeans hit his knees by the time he’d found his voice again, and I found mine. Depending on who you look at it, luckily, I found mine first? And all I could think to say was, “fuck me!” Somewhat breathily.

The guy was wearing a pair of very tight Speedos, “what the fuck?” I asked as I looked up at Rod because the Speedos were jammed packed in the short glance I had of his groin. There wasn’t a loose bit of material anywhere, and the band of his Speedo’s looked like it was trying to valiantly come and make contact with his lower abdomen, without any success.

As I looked up at Rod, he was looking down at me, very shamefaced, “What the fuck, dude?”

“I told you I was huge,” Rod said, almost apologetically, and thankfully, for once in my life, I waited until he was ready to talk some more. “Look, as I said, jocks can’t hold me, and the head of my cock keeps falling down my leg, which is really uncomfortable. So I tried boxers, even the really tight ones, and they’d work for a day or two, then my cock or balls’d fall out. After that, I tried to go commando, but people just stared, which made me feel really self-consciences.”

“Yeah,” I cut him off, “but why Speedos?”

“Well, as I said, when I was a kid, I used to be a swimmer/diver, and we had to wear really tight Speedos so that they didn’t come off when we entered the water, and I thought if they worked, then, then why couldn’t they work now? So, I bought a couple of pairs, and they worked really well, but by then, I was really self-conscious about the bulge in my pants, so I bought some a couple of sizes smaller like we did for diving practice, and they worked really well. So, I bought a whole bunch and used them for undies ever since.”

“Oh,” was all I could think of to say as I couldn’t keep my eyes off his crotch, and I knew I just had to get in there. So, I reached up and undid the drawstring of his Speedos and peeled them off down over his arse until the front had to move down to keep up with the material sliding down the guy’s arse. Until they were low enough for Rod’s cock and balls could fall free. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head; Rod’s cock had to be a good 14”. And that was soft. I could only imagine how big it could grow too.

But, before I could get my lips anywhere near his cock or balls, he reached down and cupped them in his hands, and believe me, when I tell you, he did need two hands to hold them all.

While Rod was off-balanced, I pushed him backwards on the bed, and as he was formulating his words of protest. I pushed him in the chest to lie flat on his back; the movement, coupled with the shock of falling backwards, made Rod release his cock and balls. And before he had a chance to recover himself, I fell on Rod’s exposed cock with a vengeance. I hoovered his soft cock into my mouth, and fuck, it was a bigger mouthful than I thought, but I slathered as much of it as I could before he decided to push me off. Then, I got bolder as Rod hadn’t put too much effort into it when he tried to stop me yet. So, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and grabbed hold of it just below the mushroom head, and drove my tongue as deep into his piss slit as I could get it. I hadn’t realised before, but now I could hear Rod’s low moans of pleasure as I worked his piss slit and the head of his cock. But as it became more erect, I was beginning to really doubt if I could, in fact, deep throat him or not. So, before I talked myself out of it, and before it became rock hard, I dove on Rod’s cock for all I was worth, and I don’t know who was more surprised him or me. Because before I realised it, I could feel my nose coming in contact with Rod’s pubic bush, and I opened my eyes just as my nose made contact with his lower abdomen. Fuck, I knew I was going to regret this for the next couple of days, but I didn’t care, as it was easily the biggest cock I’d ever deep throated in my life. I pulled off Rod’s cock enough for me to grab a breath and then plunged back down on his thickening shaft.

When I decided I wanted to have a crack at Rod’s nuts, I pulled off his cock altogether, and it hit his abdomen with a very wet, squelching sound. And I dived on his nuts. Fuck, his ball bag is the softest skin I have ever felt in a long time; I love it when a ball bag is all smooth skin and not all wrinkled. Well, let’s face it. I don’t really care; I just love sucking on a guy’s nuts, and Rod’s are huge. I didn’t think I’d ever get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I contented myself with sucking them one at a time. I lifted Rod’s legs to expose his hole so I could drill in it for a bit, but his ball bag is so big that it completely covered his hole. I let Rod’s legs go, and thankfully he held them up there for me while I reached out and scooped up his ball bag, balls and all, until I could get at his hole. I stuck my nose in it and inhaled the musty smell that I liked. I decided to tease myself a bit and licked and sucked Rod’s perineum for a bit before I attacked his hole. I stuck my tongue out and just lapped at Rod’s hole for a little bit as I gradually got bolder and started to lick and suck his arsehole in earnest.

Forgetting who I was giving a head job to, I pulled out of Rod’s arse, and with his arse juices dripping down my face, grabbed him by his t-shirt. I pulled Rod up into a sitting position and went to give him a big sloppy kiss right on the mouth. I just caught the look of revulsion as Rod pulled back and reached up and, planting his hand in the middle of my chest, pushed against me just to make sure I got the message.

I gave Rod a sheepish look in return, and leaning back from his hand, I dove back down on his mammoth cock, which thankfully wasn’t agreeing with the rest of him with his revulsion of what I was just about to do absentmindedly. I swallowed Rod’s cock down to the root and let my nose nuzzle in his pubic hair for a bit before I pulled back up off his cock until the mushroom head of his cock was filling my mouth. Before I plunged back down yet again. Suddenly, I’d decided I’d had enough; I pulled off his cock altogether and got my tube of lube out of my drawer, and applied a copious amount to Rod’s cock. Before dropping my pants and jocks hastily and putting the end of the tube just inside my arse lips and squirting a goodly amount of lube up my arse. Then before Rod truly understood just what I had planned, I straddled his lap and lowered myself down gingerly until I could feel my arse lips come to rest on the mammoth mushroom-shaped head of his cock. Then, before I could think of any of the million reasons why I shouldn’t even try to accommodate Rod’s mammoth cock up my arse, I slowly allowed my legs to give way and forced his mammoth cock up my very un-virgin arse. And sweatin’ like the bitch I am, I finally came to rest on Rod’s balls, and I don’t know who was more surprised him or me. Fuck I’d never had anything so big up my arse in all my life. It felt worse than the very first time I’d had sex with someone; I was certain that if I opened my mouth too wide, Rod’d be able to see the mushroom head of his cock at the back of my throat. I was even finding it a bit hard to breathe.

I waited for a bit more so that my arse could accommodate such an intrusion. Meanwhile, I continued to sweat freely while looking back at Rod over my shoulder from my vantage point. Rod, meanwhile, had leant back, resting his upper body on his arms braced behind himself on the bed, allowing me to sink as deep as I was able onto his mammoth cock. I could see Rod’s eyes glaze over; whether that was from shock or ecstasy at this point, I couldn’t tell. My arse finally relaxed as much as it was ever going to with so much cock stuffed up it that very gingerly, I drew myself up the entire length of Rod’s cock. And believe me, when I tell you, it felt like forever before I felt the mushroom head of Rod’s cock catch just inside my arse lips, and before I had a chance to think about what I was going to do, I forced his cock back inside my arse. I gradually picked up the pace until I had Rod’s cock pistoning in and out of my arse. I have no idea how long I’d been bobbing up and down on his cock; all I know is that for the very first time in my life, my cock shot itself off and spewed cum all over Rod’s t-shirt. Some drops even hit him on his face. It wasn’t too long after that I felt Rod’s cock shoot his cum deep inside my bowels. Rod collapsed backwards onto my bed, and I collapsed onto his chest, with my head over his shoulder and my face planted on my bed.

I don’t know how long we laid like that, but at some point, I can vaguely remember Rod wrapping me in a bear hug and rolling us both onto our side, and as his cock was still buried deep inside my arse, Rod manoeuvred us until our legs were on the bed as well. Then, with me, in his embrace, we both fell asleep.

I woke up with a yelp, as it felt like someone was trying to rip my insides out through my arsehole. I felt Rod lean down and nuzzle my ear, “Sorry,” he whispered in my ear, “I just have to pee. Go back to sleep,” and as Rod’d just forcefully pulled the head of his cock out of my arse, I did just that. I didn’t even feel him come back to bed. I’d have felt very disappointed if I wasn’t so worn out, as I’d have loved to see Rod walking around with that slab of meat hanging between his legs. Rod got back onto my bed and spooned me, and drifted back off to sleep himself. I had this weird dream of someone trying to drive a Mac truck up my arse, and before I had to tell them they would have to find somewhere else to park their truck, they reversed out again. It wasn’t until I became aware of Rod nibbling at the back of my neck that I woke up to the realisation that he was fuckin’ my arse again but seemingly willingly this time. I drew my knees up to my chest to allow him better access to my hole as I felt him picking up the pace in earnest. Until, once again, my cock spewed a second load of cum all by itself, but this time it went all over my bed. And again, shortly after that, I felt Rod’s cock buck and spew its load of cum up my very willing arse. And. Like last time, we both fell asleep with his cock still buried deep up my arse.

This time I woke up first to a very weird sensation, Rod’s cock was no longer rock hard, but I could still feel it deep within me. I wanted to squeeze my arse lips closed, like cutting off a huge piece of shit that refused to break free, but I had to resist the urge as I really didn’t want to wake him up, and truth be told, I was loving the feel of a huge soft cock up my arse. So, I gave a contented sigh and wriggled back towards him, trying to work a bit more of his cock up my arse.

I must have fallen asleep again, and sometime while I was sleeping, Rod must have rolled over and pulled his cock right out of my arse because when I woke up, I could feel my arse was empty, and I had to fight an overwhelming need to cry. I couldn’t have done a good job because I felt Rod roll over and gather me into his arms, making shushing noises while I wept into his cum soaked t-shirt. Without me realising it, Rod’d begun to kiss my face, and when I looked up, we locked lips, and fuck, he had a long tongue, I’d almost choked on it. Very slowly, we began to lick and suck each other’s bodies, and as the petting got heavier, I could feel Rod’s cock growing back to full mast again as he guided my head down to the tip of his cock. I licked the head of Rod’s cock and drove my tongue into his piss slit, as I could hear him gasp in pleasure, and even though my throat was battered and sore, I slowly sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. As he applied some pressure to the back of my head as he forced more of his cock down my throat; but I was a willing participant in this as I sucked Rod’s cock down my throat. Until he was raping my mouth once again, but he pulled out before he cum.

Rod kissed me long and deep after pulling his cock all the way out of my mouth. He rolled me on my back, and I pulled my legs up out of the way, and while we were lip-locked, Rod slowly guided his cock towards my aching hole. I began to moan as Rod’s cock forced its mastery over my sphincter and gained entry to my hole. Working the full length of his cock into my bruised and battered hole, but I wanted it. I craved to have the feeling of Rod’s cock up my arse again, and I tried to spread my legs wider, begging him to force more of his cock up my aching arse. In this way, we made passionate love for the last time that day on my bed, and after, I’d cum for the third time, without having to touch myself, and Rod’d cum once again up my incredibly willing arse. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and once again, we fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

This time I was woken by Rod pulling his cock out of my arse again as he got up to go to the loo. I lay on my side waiting for him to return, and I was not disappointed. I got to see his fuckin’ huge cock as it was slapped around by his thighs, and I wondered, and it won’t be for the last time. However, he got something that big up my arse. I watched Rod get dressed as he stuffed his glorious cock back into his Speedos and did up the drawstring. He finished getting dressed and came over to me on the bed, where he kissed me passionately once more before he took his leave. I spent the next few days walking around with an incredibly sore and split hole before it healed enough for me to start looking for someone else to fuck me.

We’d met up often after that day, Rod told me each time that I was the only person he could fuck without trying to hold some of his cock back, and he loved me for that. But, even though Rod’s kissed me, and he keeps coming back for sex, he still states that he’s not gay, or even bi for that matter, and we’re certainly not lovers. No, we’re just two people who have sex occasionally, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m the winner in this relationship