Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 17:48:58 +0000
From: Albert Horniman <ahorniman@googlemail.com>
Subject: XXL

XXL
by A.Horniman


Mal. Short for Malcolm.

"Bloody hell that's a big one! How do you get blokes to take it then?"

An evil grin spread over Mal's unshaven face. He was proud of his muscular
body and his cock. But women freaked out when they saw the size of it. He'd
had a girlfriend for a while but she left because she just couldn't take
the pounding he was giving her night after night. He was just too big for
her. The only women who would take him on were whores but that didn't do it
for him.

So Mal switched to his own sex. And found with a bit of persuasion, some
deep breaths and a few hits of poppers a man would open up to him and he'd
have a nice hot hole to bang away in to his heart's content and he'd shoot
his load into the ravaged arse of a bloke who would never in his life
forget the fuck he took from Mal.

"I'm not gay," he'd say to himself. "But if the chicks won't put out,
what's a guy to do?"

"So to come back to my question. How do you get blokes to take it? You
can't just shove it straight in... They'd scream the place down."

Mal grins. He may look big and beefy but he's not a savage and his pale
blue eyes can flash a smile that'll melt your heart.

"Well, it depends on the bloke I suppose. I always warn them. I let them
know I'm a top and that I'm XXL and that I take ages to come. Then they ask
to see it. So I get it out. Soft it's quite small but I work it up for them
and I watch their face as it comes up to full size. They've never seen such
a big one before. They wanna touch it, hold it. It's too thick for them to
close their fingers round and they need two hands to hold the full length
of it.

"So I let 'em stroke it a bit and then my hand sort of slides round behind
them feeling their arse. Telling 'em they've got a nice bum, asking if I
can see it. And at that point if he drops his pants for me I know I'm on my
way to dumping a load in 'im.

"I finger 'em, use lots of lube and by then 'es usually gagging for it and
I can get the top in."

I run my fingers round the knob of Malcolm's dick. It's like a ripe plum I
and wonder what it would feel to have that shoved up me.  How horny I would
have to be to open up to him.  Would it hurt?

"Then?"

"Then I just push slowly. You 'ave to let a bloke get used to it. So I fuck
it in bit by bit.  Sometimes I'll hold a bottle of poppers under his nose
and hold it there till 'es out of 'is mind then I'll go for the kill and
bury the bone all the way down to my balls. Sometimes I talk dirty to
them. Tell 'im I own 'is arse now and that I'm gonna be round every night
to fuck 'im and I just feel 'im give in to me. That's nice, I like that
when a bloke gives in to me totally. If he's a bit stroppy, I pull all the
way out and shove the knob back and forth through his ring a few times.
They usually give up the fight at that point. Wanna 'ave a go then?"

"What do you mean?" I say.

"You've been playing with it, getting me all worked up. I been telling you
horny stories. Don't tell me you don't wanna go for a ride..."

"I dunno. Maybe..." I reply.

"C'mon you'll love it." And he pulls me to him and plants a kiss on my
mouth, running his hands over my bum. And I feel myself melt into him.

And he's pulling my shirt off, licking my nipples, unbuckling my trousers,
getting my pants off, holding my straining cock in his big hand, tickling
my nuts. Somehow we're naked and his kissing and licking and stroking are
electric. It's like we're in an upward spiral that neither of us can stop.

"You gonna let me in?" he breathes as my hole twitches around his exploring
fingers. "I ain't fucked nothing for about a week and I'm horny as all
hell. Get you good and open, pump a nice load up you. Yeh?"

"Yeh." I reply.

"Good boy." he says and kisses me deeply and passionately.

I'm face down. He's on my back, his cock hot and slippery at my hole. A hit
of poppers and he gets the knob in. Another hit and he's working it up me
inch by inch. I'm sweating and shaking as my ring clenches around his
cock. I'm crazy! Am I really letting this happen?

"Relax baby." he breathes. "You're doing great."

I'm feeling rather full back there. "Hang on. Let me get used to it." I
gasp.

"Sure baby. We got all night." And he holds still, stroking me. Licking the
back of my neck, relaxing me. "Mmm. Nice arse. All hot and tight. Feels so
good round my cock. So good" and he's grinding more and more of himself
into me.

"More poppers!" I say as I feel the pain and the panic starting to
return. And in a few moments my head is swimming, my senses are on fire and
my body is pushing back against him.

"I want you, Malcolm." I hear myself say. "I want all of you. Up me."

"Slowly baby," he says and he's squeezing my nipples, "We're almost there."

One more hit of poppers and I feel his balls against my butt."

"We've done it mate. I'm up you. I'm up your arse. Now you get fucked. Yeh?
Right?" and he's twitching his cock inside me making me gasp.

"Do you like that?" he asks.

"Oh, yeh..." I breathe.

"We start out nice gentle, OK? But it takes me ages to come remember so
you're in for the long haul, [shove] We've got three more gates to go
through."

"Huh? What do you mean, gates?" I gasp.

"You've gone through four already. You're turned on, that's the first,
[shove] you agreed to take a fuck from me, that's the second, [stab], I got
my cock into you, that's the third, [grind] now I'm balls deep in your
arse, that's four. OK?"

"What are the other gates?"

"You'll find out soon enough!" he growls as he pulls out a bit and fucks
back into me. Pulls out and fucks back in, over and over, each time pulling
out further and fucking into me with more force. He's in no hurry. He's
just taking his time.

"Nice..." he breathes. "This is what you need isn't it. A big fat dick up
your arse. Shagging your brains out. A long hard shag. Yeh? Yeh?"

"Yeh!" I gasp.

*

The fuck went on and on. He paused a couple of times to add some more lube
to my hole. "I like it nice and sloppy." he says.

I was starting to get tired. My whole body was aching.

"Are you getting close?" I manage to say.

"Why? Had enough?"

"Sorry, Malcolm, I can't take any more."

"But we've got a long way to go yet. Let's just get through this gate eh?
Tell you what, we'll change position shall we." And he pulls out and gets
me on my back, my legs wrapped round him, holds the poppers under my nose
and shoves it back into me.

"Hello mate." he says grinning at me as he continues to fuck me face to
face. "Cor, you ain't 'arf got a lovely arse. Feels so good round my dick,
so good. Wanna be my bum chum do you? Eh? My cock and your arse. Eh? Eh?
That'd be good wouldn't it. We'd be mates and we'd look after each
other. Eh? Every night. My cock and your arse. What do you reckon?  You
love it don't you mate. Eh? Eh?" And with each 'eh' he's stabbing into me
hitting my prostate, sending me higher.

"Oh, God! Oh my God. Fuck me Malcolm." I hear myself say. A few minutes ago
I wanted him to stop. Now I never want him to stop. Did we go through
another gate?

"Yeh baby. We're getting there."

And I'm moaning and thrashing beneath him in a delirium and his sweat is
dripping onto me as he drives himself into me over and over like a force of
nature.

Then just when I think I'm going to die of pleasure, the orgasm hits. His
and mine. It's beyond words. He gives an almighty shove and I cling onto
him for dear life as he gives a feral howl and I feel his cock pulse inside
me. The rhythm of his fuck slows and eases. He's rocking in and out,
stroking me, his mouth descends on mine and the kiss is a seal between our
souls.

*

We've both come. We're lying next to each other. Now this is the bit I
always dread. I've opened myself up to a guy, let him use me then it's off
to the shower, get his clothes on and 'Cheers mate, see you around some
time.' So I sort of brace myself for that, although I don't think I've ever
opened myself to anyone more than I have to Malcolm. And it's not just his
cock. Those seven gates he spoke about. I don't really get what he's on
about but I know he's released something in me, taken me beyond my
limits. But is that it? If he leaves me now I'll be spending the rest of my
days searching for another fuck like that.

"So, do you want to meet up again?" he says and I get a hint of nervousness
in his voice.

"Well..." I start to say.

"But if you want to think about it, I'll give you my number."

"No I don't have to think about it. I'm still a bit blown away, that's
all."

"I'll leave you my number then... 'Cos I wouldn't mind... you know, getting
together again some time, if you want..." he says.

"Or we can fix a time now." I say. "Later in the week? Tomorrow if you
like..."

"Really? You're sure? You'd take more shaggings from a brute like me?" he
asks.

"I can handle it if you're up for it." I reply.

"Shit man! I'm always up for it," he says with a grin. "Do you think I'd
let you get away now I've got you good and open. C'mere mate."

His arms close around me. His lips are on mine. I don't want to get my
hopes up. Let's just see where this goes...


Copyright A.Horniman 2010


Other stories by A.Horniman can be found on nifty:

Noises in the Night
Gay Male/Adult Friends section
October 11 2007

The Stone Workers
Gay Male/Historical section.
November 10 2007

Frank
Gay Male/Adult Friends section
December 9 2007

Last Fuck for Johnny
Gay Male/Encounters section
June 23 2009


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