1. Addicted to Fist


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 60, Source: xHamster

    Addicted to Fist Jim and Gus had fucked and fisted me with everything but the corner fire hydrant. And as much as I had still begged them for even more, I'm surprised they didn't find a way to make even that happen. Our 24-hour pig marathon was without a doubt the wildest, raunchiest, roughest, most infinitely satisfying sex of my entire life. It was what I'd been secretly waiting for my whole life, going all the way back to my days as a teenager when I discovered the thick inner joys of a sun-warmed cucumber stuffed up my &#034virgin&#034 butthole. Anyhow, the next day Sunday -- I was body sore and post-d**g depressed, convinced my butt would never work or be worked again, perhaps even a little ashamed of all I'd done. But by Monday, I was back at work in the office moving a little slower than usual but pretty much returning to my normal self. I even got in a light workout at the gym where I lift weights. And by the next day, <grin> I was getting the itch again. Gus had temporarily moved in with me since he'd left his wife and the farm he owned lived just down the road from me. I woke up horny that Tuesday morning and decided to wake him up with a blow job that caused his ever-ready big chunk of meat to stiffly stand up for attention as soon as my tongue slurped its way inside its fat uncut head. He wasn't used to getting the kind of talented attention on his dick that only another man can give and he lustily shot a healthy load in my mouth in only about 5 quick minutes. ...
    To my delight, he didn't even pause as he grunted still in half sl**p, flipped me over on my belly and slammed his still rock hard rod to the hilt in my tender hole. I groaned in pain as the only lube he used was a wad of spit mixed with the cum still leaking out of his dickhead. But in only seconds, I was buzzing on the rough treatment as he rammed me like a bull in heat. I began squirming my ass around his plunging prick, reveling in the renewed feeling of having my ass pummeled, abused, and stuffed to the hilt with prime Greek sausage. &#034Fuck me good, Gus,&#034 I moaned. &#034Give it to me hard, buddy!&#034 He responded by picking up the intensity of his thrusts, clearly happy that he could just fuck me as hard as he wanted to without worrying about hurting me. Gus grunted loudly with each thrust, beginning to drip sweat from his chest onto my back, occasionally reaching down and clamping his teeth down into the electric flesh of my neck and shoulders. The smell of his steamed up armpits permeated my nostrils and I inhaled hungrily like a man who had been deprived of nourishment for days. I loved being fucked like the pig I'd become. And as hot as I was at the moment, adding to it was still the sense of newness to all this. I'd almost always been the top guy in most of my past sexual encounters, happily fucking my bottoms while they screamed in hot delight. But a part of me had always known my top guy exterior was an act just waiting for the right big man to expose and ...
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