1. Randy was a KLM Airline Pilot


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Coercion, Gay, Hardcore, Reluctance, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    organ, just as he groaned, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” His rhythm instantly changed and he rapidly rammed in and out two or three times, fully pulling out of me and ramming into me again, deep into my insides, while he teased my organ with his one hand. Then, he let out a deep-throated “Ugh” as he pushed right up inside me and held himself there, motionless. I felt his organ convulse as it suddenly throbbed and shot its first gush of warm cum into my body. Even through my aching ass, I felt that first gush rise through his tool, travelling upwards until I felt the warmth of his fluid filling my insides. I couldn’t help myself; my prostate surrendered and I came uncontrollably; shooting out into the red gloom, through his hand and onto the floor. With each massive throbbing of his tool inside my rear, my own organ pulsed a great shot of life-juice down its shaft and onto the floor. I was in heaven and hell at the same time! It was as if his cum was pumping directly into me, through my aching backside and back down my own tool onto the floor with each great long, orgasmic spurt! Eventually, the throbbing of his massive tool and my simultaneous orgasms subsided and my innards ached so much that I desperately needed him to pull out. He read my mind again. He slowly withdrew his still huge organ and my backside gave an audible sigh of relief. I was sure I had been ruptured inside and I now knew and understood the expression “ring of fire”! We only had ...
    handkerchiefs to clean up with but, as we did so, he spoke again, “You OK?” he asked, with genuine concern in his voice. I just smiled weakly at him and said, “I guess so.” Fully spent, we both left the cinema together and pausing outside in the cool fresh air of 1am, I asked him his name. “Randy,” he said. “I hope that’s really your name and not your condition,” I jested, and with a nervous laugh, I gave him my name. He continued, “Oh yeah, it’s really my name alright but if you’re still interested, I’ll be back here in 10 days.” It turns out that he was an airline pilot on long-haul to and from the States. His father was American but his mother was Dutch. He was 34 and although born in Rotterdam, he now lived in Boston with a partner he wouldn’t say much about. He was a lovely guy but, ironically, he had a hang-up about the size of his organ. He didn’t get full sex with his partner and most of the people he tried to pick up, when they saw his equipment, just panicked and ran! Me, well I was so naïve that time in the dark, I didn’t know what hit me (literally) but I discovered that I rather enjoyed it, in a masochistic sort of way! I sort of “dated him” a few times after that but always in a hotel room and always in Amsterdam, giving a new meaning to the expression “lay-over”! I learned a lot from Randy. We had some good laughs and some fantastic sex but boy did my backside ache every time I went home! But eventually, his postcard messages dried-up and I guess he wanted to “ring the ...
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