Living The Dream

The pillows that Steve had slid under my stomach provided him the perfect arch of my body. Positioning my ass perfectly so that his cock lined up on my tight little asshole just right.

I was face down with my arms spread out. Each of my hands held on to a fist full of sheets. The left side of my face pressed against the mattress, and my mouth, was open, just wide enough to allow my moans to escape. Steve was fucking me well. The girth of his cock stretching me and it’s length had him deep inside, I was on the verge of insanity.

My legs spread wide. Steve, positioned perfectly between them. At this moment, he was leaning up with a handful of my ass in each hand, pushing my ass cheeks apart so he could witness his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight ass.

The feeling was glorious. We had been at it for well over an hour. My semi-erect cock nuzzled into the pillows beneath me. I had them soaking wet. First from the pre-cum that had been drooling out of me. Then from the massive load, I had just dumped into them. I had just experienced my first anal orgasm

It was something that I had heard was possible. I never thought it was something that I would experience. Yet, I just had. I was drained and didn’t know how much longer I could keep going. Then as if right on cue, Steve slammed his hips against my ass. Burying his cock deep inside of me. A scream escaped my mouth as this pain and ecstasy overwhelmed me.

Steve had collapsed on top of me, his mouth against şirinevler escort my ear. He grunted and groaned, releasing stream after stream of his thick cum deep inside of me. I began to whimper, his arm sliding in front of me. With access to his forearm, I latched on to it. Suckling it, whimpering in exhausted wonder.

My thoughts drifted as I lay there writhing in lust.

All of this was new to me. I have always known that I was gay from a very early age. Still, in all the years of my life, I never acted on my desires. Years ago, my twin sister, Lisa, tried to help me come out of my shell. But I never could do it.

We come from a very traditional family, and the thought of me causing my family any embarrassment was too much. It was much bigger than my need to live my life as a gay young man. When we finally went off to college, I started to allow myself to explore my possibilities.

By senior year Lisa had moved in with her boyfriend. I stayed behind in our posh but simple, two-bedroom apartment. I started hanging out with gay classmates from our university. Before long, I was comfortable with my new friends.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to date, anyone. I was still really hesitant about going that final step. Then I met Steve. He’s part of my Intermural soccer team. He’s funny, intelligent, athletic, about a foot taller than me, and drop-dead gorgeous.

We started with the simple stuff. We’d hang out and go to sporting şirinyer escort events, concerts, or movies. When we first met, Steve was in a relationship. He had a girlfriend, and later I would find out that he was quite the lady’s man. After a few months, he would reveal to me that he was bi and very interested in me.

From that point on when we’d finish our outings with him coming into my apartment for some casual petting. Then hot making out sessions which eventually moved on to me sucking his cock before he would excuse himself for the night.

I’d leave him completely drained, satisfied. He would leave me with the aftertaste of his sumptuous creamy cum and extremely satiated. Then tonight happened, and, well, as you can tell by my story, tonight I gave up my virginity.

His voice sending a gentle tremor through me…

“Damn it, babe, I could live inside your sweet little ass baby,” Steve declared as he rolled off of me onto his side, his head resting on his hand, elbow on the mattress. His other hand was caressing my ass and sliding in between my asscheeks.

He slipped his index finger and middle finger into my still dilated, recently devirginized hole. I gasped.

“Umm baby, oh, that’s so sweet. You have a little pussy now. It’s my pussy, isn’t it?” His voice was confident and sultry. His voice, along with his fingers sliding in and out of me. All with total ease was making me squirm.

“You like it, don’t you.” I knew I şişli escort needed to respond, he had a hypnotic hold on me, and somehow, I managed a crooked smile before I bit my bottom lip.

“Yes, sir,” barely escaped my mouth before the latter.

I had officially lost my virginity, and I had a boyfriend. It had taken me a while. Yet, here I was, where I had fantasized so many times. All those years, and finally, here I was.

I had just been fucked by the guy of my dreams. I had made him work for it. He had to know that he meant something to me. He was playing with my pouty little hole, his pussy. I was ecstatic. This is what I’ve always wanted, finally. It was my final thought as I faded away to sleep.

I wish I could tell you that it all went happily ever after but it didn’t. Steve turned out to be a total and complete ass. When I woke up the next morning from that wonderful night he was gone.

He quit the team and apparently, he hadn’t been enrolled at the university since last year. He had me completely fooled. Everything about his story was a lie. I found out the hard way that he had been living off of a couple of coeds for months and had planned to do the same with me.

Unfortunately for him my sister found out about him and before he could get his hooks into me her boyfriend paid him a visit and Steve disappeared.

Now before you start thinking that something nefarious had taken place clear yourselfs of such thoughts. Nobody was hurt besides me. Steve just relocated back to where he was from and that was that.

Lisa explained the whole sordid story to me and I was left with a broken heart and thoroughly fucked, no longer cherry ass.

It took me some time to get over the entire thing but get over it I would.