I remember the first time.
How could I forget?
I watched a lot of wrestling videos in college. Late nights edging myself to muscular men rolling around in their underwear.
It was the first time I had a place to myself.
And I was desperate for the real thing.
Back then, there wasn’t an easy way to meet men online.
Apps weren’t popular at the time.
But Craigslist was.
I posted. College Jock looking for wrestling match. Can host.
It didn’t take long for someone to send a message.
Address?
Ignoring all common sense about strangers online, I sent it to him.
Bring gear.
I didn’t have a lot of money back then to buy sexy underwear. The most I had was my wrestling singlet from my high school days.
Most of my money went to personal training sessions and supplements.
And of course my private room.
All which were only to support my one true dream: to be used and abused by men.
I always knew that was my goal in life.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard a knock on my door.
“Hey, you must be…” I realized I didn’t even know the man’s name.
”Call me Dom.”
“Dustin.”
He held up a small duffle bag. “Got anywhere to change.”
I pointed over towards the bathroom. When he closed the door behind him, I started to strip from my clothes.
The singlet was tight, and it hugged the curves of my body. It was tight on me when I used to compete, and now it compressed my whole body with my newfound muscles.
The blue fabric dug into my ass, cheeks too big to be completely covered.
The door knob turned, and Dom stepped out.
“Wow,” was all I could make out.
The baggy work clothes that Dom was in earlier didn’t do his body justice.
Now that he only wore a tiny pair of white swim briefs, I could see everything.
His shoulders were wide, traps visible on either side of his frame. Each pec curved, opening up to his defined abs.
I followed each ripple down to his bulge.
The massive curve stretched the fabric as far as it could stretch, pointing directly to the side.
That‘s what really made me inferior.
“Wow is right,” Dom added as his eyes explored my body. Like mine, his rested on my crotch.
Even though I was starting to harden under his gaze, I wish I did more to prepare it while he was in the restroom.
“Is out here fine?” I said as I motioned to the covered mattress on the floor?
“Perfect,” he responded.
We started off on our knees, and I went straight for his legs. But instead of all my previous inexperienced opponents, he easily broke free.
“Come on, College Boy. That all you got?”
I put my arm around the back of his neck, trying to pull his body towards me.
When he did the same, I felt myself starting to lose balance on my knees.
“Umph!” I grunted as I hit the floor. I tried to lift myself but his weight was on top of my back, pressing me tightly on the ground.
My back strained as he pressed me down further, causing my back to curve further than normal.
“Mmph,” I grunted, struggling to use my arms to force him off.
But it was all in vain.
He grabbed my hands, pinning them to both sides of my body.
I was helpless as he wrapped his thighs around my neck and leaned back, squeezing hard.
Blood rushed to my head, and my ears started to burn.
“Wow, I expected so much more from you.” He taunted. His legs crossed behind my neck, burying my face into his massive bulge.
The wet precum on the front of his swim briefs smothered my face.
But instead of fighting back, my mouth opened.
Dom laughed. “I guess that’s all I can expect from someone of your…” his free hand shot forward, grabbing my throbbing cock. I gasped as he crushed me in his hand
“Size.” He finished.
I slapped the sides of his thighs, gasping for breath. When he finally let go of my neck, I fell to the side.
“Pathetic,” he said as he kneeled above me. “You weren’t looking for a match, were you?”
But I was too out of breath to respond.
He turned my body, face down onto the mattress.
I felt his weight shift to my lower back, my fully erect cock grinding into the mattress as I felt the foreskin pull back.
I moaned at the same time as precum dribbled into my singlet.
His thick hands grabbed the front of my neck, pulling me back with his body as he leaned into it.
I heard a crack. My hands went to my sides, trying to support me as I was arched.
“Oww!” I yelped in pain. But it felt like he only pulled harder.
“I could break you right now,” he whispered in my ear. My eyes darted back and forward, trying to meet his.
He looked down at me, brown merciless eyes staring into mine.
The force on me neck lightened, but he flung my arms over each of his legs. I couldn’t relieve the pressure on my back, but at least I could breathe.
“Open up,” he commanded.
My mouth fell open lazily, unsure of what would happen next.
He grabbed the sides of my mouth, widening them as he pulled on both sides.
All I could do was watch as a long glob of spit formed at the end of his.
And as it got longer.
Until it dropped into my open mouth.
I closed my eyes as I felt it drip down the sides of my throat.
That was the first time I had ever tasted another man‘s spit inside of me.
And all I could think about was wanting more.
He held my mouth and nose shut until all I could do was swallow.
When he finally let me free, my body slumped forward. I had no more energy to fight.
“Done already?” He asked, moving without waiting for my response. I felt his hand go to the back of my singlet.
“Mmm,” I muttered as he ripped a hole where my ass was.
His bare cock slapped my ass a few times, before I felt him press down.
I inhaled deeply as he thrust into me, no warning.
The insides of my body felt like they were on fire. My ass felt like it was ripping open from the massive cock inside of me.
My vision turned dark as he brought his swim briefs to the front of my face.
All I could smell was his musk and sweat.
And all I could taste was the salty sweet of his precum.
“You’re a good little slut,” he said as he continued to thrust inside of me.
