Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2015 17:51:49 -0500
From: Michael A <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Dylan on Top

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and
graphicsex between consenting males. If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material,
please do not read any further.  All persons and events depicted in
the following story are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those
living or dead is purely coincidental.


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 Dylan on Top (or alternatively, Tim Gets Fucked)

 by Mikey Mark


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 My name is Tim and I like to get fucked. While this has been true for most
of my life, I never fully understood what that really meant until I met a
dude named Dylan. I was just twenty years old and going to college at the
time. I met him at a gay nightclub in the big city - which was located
about half-way between my college town and my hometown. I was often driving
back and forth between the two and would, where I could, drop into one of
the gay bars in that I'd heard or read about but never had the guts to
visit.


 My cherry got popped back when I was fifteen years old, compliments of
some kind young man I met at the local shopping mall, so I wasn't a virgin
by any standard, but I was definitely still in the closet while going to
college since I needed my family's support to pay for the whole thing.
Living in the closet is definitely not a very good way to deal with a bad
case of teenage hormones. On the bright side, I had a very strong left arm.


 Being rather a shy, quiet and passive type, and generally being attracted
to older, stronger and bigger guys than myself, you can be sure I've had my
fair share of cocks up my butt. No matter who I'm with, it always seems as
though I end up bent over or face down and legs spread - whether I'm into
it or not. I'm not complaining though - I'm guess I'm naturally submissive
and actually get into doing things just because someone else wants me to.
As a teenager, I considered this evidence of an open heart and free sexual
spirit, but Dylan taught me that it really was just because I was a natural
born cum slut who wanted to be used.


 Certainly, that was the farthest thing from my mind when I stood there
cruising this hot dude at the club. Dylan was a few years older than I was,
perhaps twenty-five or so. He stood about six foot tall with a lean, hard
body and rippled torso, long shoulder length dark brown hair, a longish
face with a fairly large nose and a wide mischievous lop-sided smile. And
of course he ignored me completely. But then I saw him at the urinals
downstairs, he pulled out a big and very thick cock and pissed like a
racehorse. The sight of it was almost unbelievable. It made my cock hard,
my heart race and my knees weak.


 So an hour later I was in a taxi with Dylan and going back to his place
after the club. I was practically a zombie. I my head was spinning from
several drinks and I was still in awe of Dylan. I'd been dreaming and
fantasizing about doing it with a guy with a 'big one' ever since I first
thought about guys having cocks, and there I was going home with this hot
looking guy who definitely had a big one. All I could think about was, how
big would it be and would I be able to handle it. Despite my passion, I'd
never really been with any guy with a dick bigger than seven inches so it
was kinda scary.


 In the elevator going up to his apartment, Dylan took the opportunity to
practically molest me on the spot, leaving me all flustered and
half-dressed when the elevator doors opened. Thankfully there was no one in
the hallways as I shuffled off behind Dylan wondering what I'd gotten
myself into but still all excited as you wouldn't believe. Once inside
Dylan's apartment I was 'ordered' to strip to my underwear. I felt a bit
humiliated the way Dylan was just ordering me around like that - but at the
same time, my cock was as hard as a rock and making a small wet spot in my
underwear. We had a couple more drinks, with me just sitting like that
before we started to make out laying on the couch. Since I started with
only my underwear on, it didn't take long before I was totally naked while
Dylan was still fully clothed.


 That was when Dylan started to go down on me. I was half-drunk and so once
I felt Dylan's mouth on my cock I just laid back and relaxed to enjoy it.
It didn't take long. Just as I got close to orgasm, Dylan stopped, waited
and then went at my balls. That had me moaning like crazy. Then he went
lower with his tongue and pushed my knees up to my chest. That position
felt really vulnerable, but Dylan's tongue up my ass was a feeling too good
to protest. I didn't know how much one could love getting rimmed and Dylan
was an expert.


 After a while he had me turn around so that I had my butt facing him on
all fours, doggie-style, while we were still on the couch. In that position
Dylan alternated between his tongue and his fingers up my ass. I was a
complete babbling idiot, moaning like a cheap whore while he teased my
butt-hole I knew I was going to get fucked and I wanted it.


 Dylan told me to get up and go to the bedroom. He followed me there and
told me to lie down and prepare to get fucked while he undressed himself. I
didn't know what to do so I just laid face down with my legs spread. I was
soon rewarded with a squirt of cool gel on my exposed butt-hole, followed
by a couple of fingers. Dylan took his time about it too - literally
fucking me with his fingers until I was totally relaxed. But there was no
way I could ever have been relaxed enough for Dylan's dick. It was nine
inches long and as thick as my wrist. I'd never seen any cock even half
that big, but there I was laying there about to be fucked by that monster.


 Dylan was obviously an experienced fucker because he fucked my ass like an
expert. First he popped the head inside - which made me squeal with pain -
but then pulled it out almost as quickly as it went in. I took a few deep
breaths to recover as the waves of pain receded. Dylan added more lube and
pushed it back inside me. He managed to get about three or four inches
inside, and then he pulled out again. The next time he pushed it in, it
didn't hurt so much. That time he didn't pull out - he just laid there on
top of me, breathing on the back of my neck, not moving, just waiting. It
was unbelievable. My butt-hole was stretched beyond anything I'd ever
imagined. I could barely speak or say anything. I tried to tell him that it
hurt and to beg him to take it out, but my voice was so feeble, it was
little more than a whimper of my own surrender.


 Dylan waited it out. After a few minutes I gave up my squirming and
wiggling around trying to free myself from his grip and just laid there. He
was larger and so much stronger than I was. I wasn't really trying to
escape - my body was just struggling to adjust to the massive intrusion.
Eventually, my sphincter relaxed its vice-grip on his cock and I felt my
body relax a bit. I spread my legs a bit wider to ease the pressure. Dylan
used the new found freedom of movement to slide the rest of his cock all
the way up my ass. I didn't think that was possible.


 At that moment I could think of nothing except but that big thick cock
inside my ass and Dylan was starting to pump back and forth ever so slowly.
I'd been fucked before, but it was nothing like this experience. If the
sheer unbelievable pressure of having one's butt-hole stretched to the
maximum wasn't enough, having that big fat cock sliding back and forth was
just plain overwhelming. My mind was mush - my identity was lost - I was
just the life-support-system for an orifice getting fucked. And that was
before he made me roll over onto my back.


 Once on my back, Dylan pressed my knees back against my chest and aimed
his big cock at my hole. I could just see the size of it before it
disappeared inside my body. It felt sweet - like a long lost part of me was
back - until I felt all of Dylan's weight upon me and that last inch found
its way home. My voice jumped a couple of octaves and I started thrashing
my arms around, but Dylan was a man on a mission and was too close to
orgasm to care about my objections. He was grunting and started to really
pound my ass and I totally lost it. I was wailing and begging him to fuck
me hard. My whole body was quivering with a rising orgasm - I'd never felt
anything like it - I swear I was just about to cum without anything
touching my cock - just from the force of Dylan fucking me like that - and
then Dylan suddenly stopped.


 He started to pull his dick out very slowly. I was in terror. I was on the
edge of an incredible 'hands-free' orgasm and Dylan had stolen the thunder.
Just as soon as he stopped pounding my ass with his cock, the feeling
started to recede. I went nuts, wrapping my arms around Dylan and pulling
him back towards me, smothering his face with mad passionate kisses while
begging him to please keep fucking me. Dylan just let out a nasty evil
sounding laugh, drew himself up and threw his big thick cock back inside me
all the way in one powerful thrust and proceeded to fuck my brains out at a
ferocious pace.


 I don't know who made more noise, but I soon experienced my first 'anal'
orgasm (and facial) as my dick started twitching. It felt a bit different
than a regular orgasm, but it was pretty much the same pins & needles,
toe-curling, wave of orgasmic pleasure followed by a mess of cum
splattering my own face and chest shot from point blank range while Dylan
continued to fuck me with my knees pressed back against my shoulders and my
feet in the air. Once Dylan saw that I was making such a mess, he redoubled
his efforts and threw all of his weight into it and soon shot his own load
and collapsed on top of me.


 As we laid there, I seriously wondered if my butt was damaged. I expected
it to be a bleeding mess - or that I might need diapers after that. It sure
as heck felt like that as Dylan pulled his dick out and headed off to the
washroom. When he came out, I got up and walked to the toilet to clean
myself up. Thankfully no blood.


 I ended up sleeping with Dylan that night in his bed, exhausted after the
workout. I woke up the next morning with Dylan rubbing the head of his
greased up cock along the crack of my ass. I protested, but by then it was
half inside me and I was still only half-awake so I just laid there face
down while Dylan took me for an early morning ride. It was sweet and slow
and very sexy. I guess my butt-hole was still stretched out from the night
before. After a while my dick got hard and I started bucking my hips,
trying to get the same orgasmic feeling I had the night before. But Dylan
just laughed at me and said he was going to fuck me slow and easy this time
and proceeded to do so - agonizingly slow. I just laid there and took it.
When Dylan was done, we both just fell back asleep.


 In the morning, after showering and eating a fantastic breakfast that
Dylan cooked, we had coffee out on the balcony. It was a lovely day and I
had to get going to my parents house to help do some yard work while the
weather was still warm. Just as I got up to leave, Dylan wrote out his
telephone number on a piece of paper. We started kissing, but Dylan
wouldn't give me the little piece of paper. We were standing in the hall by
the front door and Dylan told me that if I wanted his phone number, I'd
have to drop my pants and play with my cock. It was totally silly, but
since we were kissing and making out, my cock was already totally hard, so
I did it. Stupid boy.


 Once my jeans were down around my ankles, Dylan used his superior size and
weight advantage to knock me off my feet and onto the floor. He had the KY
right there which was crazy since it meant that he'd planned this. Next
thing you know, I'm getting my ass fucked - AGAIN - right there in the
hallway of Dylan's apartment - fully dressed this time with even my shoes
and jacket on. Dylan didn't seem to care. He had me on all fours
doggie-style on the floor and was giving it to me. Once he had the monster
cock up my ass I couldn't' think straight and it was all I could to do just
remain conscious and enjoy the ride.


 It was a nice ride too. Dylan didn't waste much time, pounding me hard and
fast in the bright early afternoon sunshine. Just as I started to get close
to that feeling, Dylan said he was cumming and started slam-fucking me into
the carpet. He then pulled out his cock, stood up, pulled up his pants and
then pulled me to my feet as I tried to stuff my raging hard-on into my
pants. Dylan gave me a warm passionate kiss good-bye, gave me that little
piece of paper with his number and then pushed me out the door of his
apartment. I stood in the hallway in a blaze of sunshine and a daze of
confusion - my cock was still hard as a rock and I could feel hot cum
leaking out of my painfully throbbing butt-hole


 Could this be love? I wasn't sure, but whatever it was, I wanted more of
it.