Tag: sausage with girth

Trying to remain stoic and tough while another man climbs aboard your ass. Holding in the screams of pain. You refuse to give them the satisfaction. The rival team kidnapped you the night before the big game. They told you that they are going to use you like a whore. Show you their dominance, so that you will be unable to fight them on the field.

One by one they are fucking you in the ass. Their big, thick cocks stretching you out painfully. Each time one of them shoots his load in you, you feel like a little bit less of a man. Listening to them laugh and joke all around you, acting as though you are just a fuck toy, to be used then discarded. The most humiliating part is how loose your ass is becoming. A man’s ass should not be gaping, it’s just not natural. The first cock barely fit. It was excruciating as the linebacker worked his fat meat into your tight little ass. As he took away your virginity, he stretched you out, making your hole fit his cock. Then the next guy punch fucked you, forcing his cock to penetrate your ass over and over, loosening up the ring at the entry, so the no matter how much you squeezed, you could not get tight enough to prevent the next thrust. These jocks all leaving their hot loads of jizz inside of you to lube up the next man’s entry. The guy using you now, doesn’t even have to aim his cock to accurately, your ass has become a slick funnel guiding his cock deep into your guts. 

You hear them laughing, enjoying themselves. They make a game out of trying to get you to scream. You hold on, not wanting to give them that one last piece of your fight. They can’t make you scream. Screaming would mean that the have fully broken you. Then you hear them discussing putting two dicks in your cunt at the same time. They plan on double penetrating you! You realize then that you will break, they have all night.

Yo kid, I just finished a serious workout and worked up a good sweat. Get over here and clean off my balls. Lick off the built up perspiration, taste that testosterone. Once they are clean, you can suck the sweat out of the pouch of my jock strap, while I fuck your cunt.

The fag obviously likes kneeling in front of me with my cock in his mouth. He has accepted that he is made to service the cocks of real men, like me. He would never question this position. Looking up from his knees just feels right.

But today is different. Today he is going to do something he never even considered before. Its the look of hesitation and worry in his eyes that is making me hard. The fag will do anything to serve, but swallowing my morning piss is a new low. His mind is fighting with his body, he wants to make me happy, but he still thinks he is better than a urinal. He still holds out a little hope that I won’t empty my bladder in him. He still wants to believe that I value him as something more than an object to use. Silly faggot.

As I let my stream start to flow into him, I smile. I enjoy watching a little more of his innocence being washed away. Now that he knows I have no problem pissing down his throat, he accepts it. He knows this is what I want, so he straightens his back, looks up at me and tries to be the best damn urinal I have ever used. 

This is good for him, he needs to learn that the men using him don’t care about him.  He is just a fag.

“Too late to stop now. Keep forcing my meat into you. You have almost half of it in you already. The rest is going into you, get used to the idea. We are not done here until my balls are resting against your ass cheeks and your hole is filled with my jizz.”

“It’s too big and it hurts,”

“Of course it’s going to hurt, but that just the way life is for a fag like you. You need to accept the agony and move on.  This isn’t about your pain, it’s about my pleasure. Now stop procrastinating and let gravity take over. Just let it happen.”

“I will, just let me get used to it.”

“I am going to give you to the count of ten to sit down on my cock. If you are not fully impaled by the time I reach ten, I am going to grab your ankles and pull them out from under you.”

It was time to test the limits of our friendship.

My best friend broke his left wrist three weeks ago. Unfortunately, he was left handed. He was learning to deal with most daily issues using his right hand, but he was not in anyway ambidextrous. So while he was able to work out some things, like eating, getting dressed or taking a piss, he found himself unable to jerk himself off using his right hand. It just didn’t feel right. So, he was incredibly horny.  Before his injury, he stroked his cock several times a day, going cold turkey, was not only frustrating, it hurt.  He had the worst case of blue balls in his life.

He called me and asked if I could come over. He told me he had a situation he needed my help with. We went down to his basement rec room and he explained the problem. 

“You got to help me out, I am going crazy. I need to bust a nut in the worst way”.

“What exactly are you asking?”

“Just give me a hand. No homo, just jerk me off.”

“I don’t know, this seems really weird.”

“I’d do it for you.”

“Well……”

“No one would ever need to know, it will stay between us.”

He stood up and walked over to where I was sitting and stood over me. With his right hand he fumbled with his fly, and after a few moments, managed to unzip and work his cock out. It was already chubbed up and as I stared at my buddies meat, only inches in front of my face, it got even harder. Soon it was pointed right at me, standing straight out from my friends crotch. I was incredibly uncomfortable, staring at his cock, but even so I could not help but be impressed.

“Damn, dude, you are hung. That is a seriously fat cock.”

“Yeah, I do have a big one, and it needs your attention. C’mon, just reach up and wrap your fist around it. Help me out.”

With my horny buddy standing over me, pleading, I gave in and decided to do as he asked and grabbed hold of his dick. It was massive. My fingers could not touch each other while wrapped around his girth. I started to move my fist up and down his meat, stroking my friend’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s it, jerk me off. Make me feel good.”

I moved my hand up and down his shaft faster, gripping his cock harder. I was jerking off another guy! I was giving another guy a hand job! I found myself wanting to do a good job. I wanted to make my friend feel good, like he asked. I stroked his cock for thirty minutes. My arm was getting tired, and my buddy did not seem all that close to blowing a load. As I massaged his meat, I found myself staring at it, after all it was only inches from my face. I could see all the precum he was leaking. It was dripping down the head and lubricating my hand, making the surface of his cock slippery. I realized that my hand was covered in my friend’s hot precum. There was no way to get the goo off my hand without stopping the hand job, so I just tried to ignore it and kept massaging his pole.

“C’mon faster….grip it tighter, Do a good job.”

Even though my arm was sore and tired from jerking him off in the awkward position with him standing over me, I did as he commanded. Another twenty minutes of serving his needs and I noticed that the act of my pulling on his boner was bringing it closer and closer to my face. The precum dripping off the tip of his cock was now dripping onto my chin.

”This is just not working, you are just making me hornier, without getting me to the point where I shoot. The hand job isn’t going to do it, we need to step this up a notch.”

I heard the words he was saying, but did not understand what he meant by “step it up a notch”. I then felt his right hand grab the back of my head and start pulling me closer to his cock. His head was now pressing against my lips, smearing precum across them. The smell of his manhood was filling my nostrils. Then suddenly his cock slipped past my lips and into my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah! That’s it, take my cock!”

I felt the cast on his arm press against the side of my head, while he continued the pressure of pulling my head tighter to his crotch. Both hands now pulling me deeper while he thrust his groin forward. His dick was making its way down my throat. He was stretching my neck muscles as his massive girth made room for itself inside of me. With his full cock now buried in my throat, I found it impossible to take a breath. His meat was fully filling the passage, not allowing room for air to get in. I could feel myself getting light headed as I gulped and gasped trying to get oxygen to my lungs.

“That feels amazing, like you are milking my meat. Keep doing that!”

I had no choice, my reflexes kept the muscles in my throat going up and down trying to get air, while simultaneously massaging his cock. Then, just as I thought that I was going to pass out, he pulled back and created some space in my stretched out throat to allow for the passage of air.

“Damn, that felt amazing. You are the first bitch to take the whole thing.”

I registered the fact that my best friend just called me a bitch, but could not argue the point with my mouth full of his cock. Then he started to push in and pull out. He started fucking my face! He was not being gentle, the thrusts gained speed and soon he was punching into my mouth full force, ramming his meat into my throat in one long brutal stroke, only to reverse direction and pull fully out again. At this point he was not asking anything of me. He did not need me to suck on his cock, he just needed a warm hole to use. I was used hard.

Over and over he used my mouth to jerk himself off. The brutal skull fuck went on for what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably closer to twenty minutes. 

“Alright bitch, get ready to swallow, cause I am getting close. Three weeks of my built up ball juice is about to flood your mouth. Here it cums…….Ahhhhhhhh………ooohhhhhh….yeahhhhh…….ahhhhhh…..ugghhhhhh…ahhhhh…ughhhhhhh…ughhhh…ahhhhh…….ughhhhhhh………….ughhhhhhh……….ahhhhhh…fuuuuuckkkkkk………..yeahhhhh………ughhhhhhh….ughhhhhhh!”

As his cock discharged into me, I was stunned by how much cum there was.  It felt like a fire hose was just shoved in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, simply as a self defensive mechanism, to prevent drowning. but cum was dripping out the sides of my mouth around his massive piece of meat. Eventually the cum stopped and he pulled out.

“Fucking incredible! That was what I needed. Bitch, I loved the way your mouth felt on my meat. You have a great hole to use and now it is perfectly sized to fit my cock.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” I asked with a gravely voice. “I was just going to help you out with a hand job. You forced your way into my mouth. I did not want this to happen. I am not your bitch!”

He just smiled and pulled his phone out. He showed me the photos he took. Lots of close up images of my face with his cock rammed deep in my mouth. “Sorry bitch, unless you want these photos to get out, you are going to be serving my meat several times a day, at least until I get this cast removed.”

“Why would you do this to me? We are best friends. This is not how friends treat each other.”

“You are right, but unfortunately for you, I need a cum dump more than I need a friend. Now drop your shorts and bend over the couch, it’s time to see if your ass is a good as your mouth as a place to bust a nut.”

The walking trails above the city were known as places where men could get together and swap jizz. 

From the moment I saw him leaning against the boulder, I knew that cock was going to end up stretching out my ass, before filling it with cum. He was everything I wanted and needed from a random hook up.  He was lean, tall, hung like a horse and a total dominant top. He was also my old high school bully. 

I was on my knees, servicing his meat in seconds.

He thought this was going to be his first pledge test, then he heard the president of the frat talking.

“As promised, one freshman with a virgin hole for you and your friends to enjoy. He has been secured in an easily usable position. Just rip a hole in his boxers and have fun. He’s yours until noon tomorrow.”

“Nice!”

“Oh yeah, as requested, we have duct taped his eyes closed, so you and your friends won’t be seen by him. He will always wonder who popped his cherry. Which guy, whom he sees every day, turned his tight little ass into cunt, made to take cock. I hope you pound home the idea that all of the guys using him, know him. If you leave him blindfolded he will never know which of his “friends”, team mates or dorm mates have fucked a load into him. He will walk across campus checking out the men, wondering which of them have used him as a cum dump.”

“That’s the fun part. we are only fucking his ass for 24 hours, but we are fucking with his mind for a lot longer".