I was in Mexico City for work and I had a free day before my flight back to California. I’m a 30-something, all-American looking jacked and muscled jock. I wrestled in college and my physique only improved afterwards. I live in San Diego. And yes, I do surf. As a teenager and in my 20’s I was bi and almost exclusively a top. And then when I hit 30 a funny thing happened—a fat cocked daddy friend of mine fucked me within an inch of my life and he told me I was the best pussy he had ever had.
I had loved the experience. It was completely different than topping. I had given up, released myself from the expectation that I had to be hard or get off. In fact, I had been soft the whole time, my 7-inch cock flapping around like a useless little clit. My hole had become my sex organ. It’s been hungry since.
Anyway, I started bottoming for other hung tops and they all said the same thing: that I was the best pussy they had ever had. I developed a fan club wherever I traveled (I travel a lot for work) and started racking up a pretty high lifetime load count.
I came to pride myself in never tapping out. Hung men would tell me afterwards I was the first guy they had ever fucked where they didn’t have to be afraid of hurting—they could just jackhammer me to their heart’s content, like they had always wanted to fuck.
I had always been a muscle bunny—guys had always commented on my pecs and biceps, but with my newfound skills, I started focusing on my ass at the gym and developed a huge muscled ass. TL;DR I was in the peak of my jock muscle power bottom era.
So, like I said I had an extra day in Mexico City and I went on the apps. I think I took some pretty decent dick that particular morning. I was staying in a nicer hotel that caters to business travelers and maybe a half dozen or so guys came through—mostly white-collar workers. I had traveled often around Mexico and knew the drill—especially for hookups, you usually didn’t see a guy’s face before hand (or even during) which was fine by me. And they often had wedding rings (which was also super hot for me – I know it’s kinda fucked up).
Anyway, I was feeling well-fucked and kinda cooped up and tired of being in my hotel room. So, I was already planning on getting out. As luck would have it, someone on the app wanted to host. He was younger than me – a 19 year-old college kid, which wasn’t really my type. But something about the way he communicated really endeared me to him. He was really direct and present, which is always a huge turn on for me. And then he sent me a picture of his dick and honestly it was the biggest thing I had ever seen – an enormous uncut veined monster attached to two huge low hanging balls. Fucking insane.
I told him I had a load in (in fact, I had several). He said he’d never fucked someone that was loaded but had always wanted to try. I wondered why he chose me—but I was a muscled American jock type guy, I was probably fulfilling some sort of fantasy of his, just as he was fulfilling a fantasy of mine.
So, I headed over to his dorm. It was a half hour walk (I wanted to stretch my legs) through a really pretty and old part of town. I remember that when I got to the building, he told me I had to wait cause his roommate was still there, so I just sort of stood around at the intersection for a while, not at all annoyed just sort of sunbathing (I was too tired to keep walking—my legs were sore from taking loads earlier.)
I remember I was getting lots of stares from passers-by. I was used to this in Mexico. I’m generally not a very formal guy and as always was dressed in a workout outfit with my pecs and quads bulging and my ass popping out of my shorts.
He was a normal, sweet looking college kid. Nothing super descript about him. He was tall, especially for a Mexican guy—like six feet—and had a piercing, European-looking and angular complexion. He greeted me as if we were friends and led me to the top floor. He was warm but also very direct, almost robotic—his English was better than my Spanish, but still not great. The building itself was also the kind of thing you only experience in Mexico City—a kind of brutalist college dorm that had open air stairs and courtyards between the rooms and plants everywhere. His room was tidy but there were books everywhere. He was studying math at one of the polytechnical school here. He was from Guadalajara.
The dick came out and I was flabbergasted. It was a veiny thick monstrosity. Probably the biggest dick I had ever seen, which is funny that it was on a twink’s frame (he was muscular but incredibly lean).
I went to suck it but he stopped me – he wasn’t into that, apparently. OK. So I just bent over.
I was already pretty lubed up from earlier in the day, and I got the impression that this guy wasn’t about lube (just a feeling I had, but I could usually ID them—usually no nonsense, confident guys).
Anyway, I was right. He just aimed and pushed in, to the hilt. I gasped. That was the rarest of entry moves—and I had never experienced it with that large of a cock. Truth be told, it was my favorite. But it had been a long, long time since bottoming triggered my push-out pain signal—you know, that agonizing pain you get the first time you bottom for a hung dude, but then you slowly train yourself out of that (or maybe you don’t and you don’t take big dick, I suppose). Well anyway, that got triggered and as he pulled out (because he did pretty quickly, all the way out again) my hole pushed out so much I think I rosebudded. And I definitely push out, in one instant, about 6 Mexican guys’ loads.
“Wow.” He said as pushed his cock back again all the way, his huge balls slapping against my muscle ass. Again he held for about a second and then pulled out just as fast all the way again. And again, I noisily prolapsed and farted out more cum.
“Fuck.” He said. And then he pushed back in.
His amazing cut dick (think, tons of foreskin) also had a plunger head. It was gaping and orgasming me like I had never felt. Basically, every time he pulled out, I orgasmed noisily. And he did the same stroke over and over and over again. I entered a trance. Sometimes my cumfarts as he was pulling out (and I was expelling the air that his plunger dick was once again going to push into my gaping hole) were so loud I could tell other college kids around him could hear us. I distinctly heard giggling from the neighboring wall, but this kid didn’t fucking care. He was just intent on rough slow fucking this American jock muscle cunt, consequences be damned. When his cock wasn’t in me, which was about every other 3 seconds, my cunt was gaping, and then there was another 3 seconds where my cock had literally the biggest dick of my life shoved all the way in. He was hitting deep pack where no dick had ever been.
He fucked me for literally an hour and a half. I’m not even kidding. I never tap out. Ever. I pride myself on it. But couldn’t with this kid. You can only have so many heart-stopping, cum farting, prolapsing orgasms in one session—and after an hour I had had…I dunno, hundreds. My body was literally in shock.
“I don’t think I can do this for much longer,” I said, exasperated, about an hour into the rut.
“Sorry I take a while,” he said, not letting up his cadence.
I kind of expected him to stop, but he didn’t.
“Ok.” I relented. He got the message that 60 minutes of balls to shaft thrusting of his 11-inch cock was maxing me out, I trusted he would focus on breeding me. It took another half hour. I think I entered some sort of altered state—I remember thinking if I died getting fucked by this guy, at least I’d go out happy.
And then, without warning, an hour and a half into the rut, he pulled out and I loudly cumfarted one last time, then he shoved it in again and let out a modest sigh and I could feel a piercing hot wave of pressure shoot deep into my bowels—this kid had just delivered a gargantuan load into me. He collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep. The tortuous, orgasmic pain I had been experiencing in my stretched out cunt slowly subsiding as his cock slowly deflated (his semi-hard cock popped out of me 15 minutes later as he spooned me—his body cemented to mine from accreted cum on my back from an hour and a half of gaping cum farts.)
I was listening to the evening sounds of Mexico City—the light was getting golden. His semen was still warm inside me. It was one of those rarest of moments with a hookup where you realize you could have some alternate life with this guy—hobbling around Mexico City in adult diapers from getting prolapsed on the reg by this enigmatic college kid. But of course, that didn’t happen. I left soon after and never talked to him again. But I still don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that. Probably never will again. I wonder where he is...
