Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 10:17:48 -0500
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Twink Gets Fucked

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and
graphic sex 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.
Story Codes: gay m/t, oral, anal.
This is a short story involving adult/youth. I hope you enjoy the story.
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A Twink Gets Fuckedby Mikey Mark
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We arranged to meet at a coffee shop near where he lived. I was a bit
surprised when in person he looked older than his profile picture. I
guessed him to be at least thirty rather than the 'twenty-five' he said
online. He also had a belly and maybe not so 'athletic and fit' as he
claimed. Other than that, he was fairly good looking, easy-going and
friendly. We sat down with coffee and chatted. He told me about his work
and where he grew up and stuff like that. He didn't seem like an
axe-murderer so I figured I was safe.


I had met him using Grindr. We had been messaging back and forth for a week
or so, swapped some pictures and finally arranged a hookup. I said I was
'eighteen' and he seemed okay with that. I guess we all stretch the truth a
bit when we are online. I was a typical horny young guy, living at home
with my parents and going to school - and desperate to find some sexual
outlet other than my own hand. I wasn't 'out' yet, but I wasn't entirely a
virgin. I did have a few experiences, although not much more than a couple
of drunken make-out sessions and one wild weekend in a tent with an older
cousin. So all I really knew about sex at the time was that I wanted more
of it.


I remember sitting there chit-chatting with this guy, sipping at my coffee,
while trying to decide if I actually wanted to have sex with him. He wasn't
exactly the kind of guy I was looking for since he was so much older and
had a bit of a belly on him which was a turn-off. I fantasized about a guy
with ripped abs and a sexy chest - this guy wasn't it. On the other hand, I
was young and horny and it had taken me over an hour to get there riding
the bus and subway so I didn't want to waste the trip. When he suggested
going to his nearby apartment so he could give me the best blow-job in my
life, I sort of just shrugged and followed him out the door. It is hard to
say 'no thanks' to a blow-job.


His name was Craig and his apartment building was only a block away from
the coffee shop so it was just a short walk. Once we got there he offered
me a beer and he put on some music. The apartment was very small, the
furniture seemed shabby and there were water stains on the drab walls, but
overall, the place was relatively clean and tidy. I sat in some
over-stuffed armchair. I was a bit nervous so I was drinking my beer
quickly - practically guzzling it down. I loved beer but didn't have the
opportunity to drink it very often for obvious reasons. Anyway, I got about
halfway through that can of beer before Craig was on his knees in front of
me, smiling and fiddling with my belt and zipper. I just sat there watching
as he opened up my jeans and pulled out my cock. Of course I was already
hard. The feeling of his hot wet mouth on the head of my cock sent shivers
through my whole body. By the time I felt him swallow my whole cock, he had
my pants and underwear pulled all the way down to my ankles. He told me to
sit back and relax, so that's exactly what I did. I slouched down in the
chair and spread my knees wide to give him lots of room to work.


Heaven is having your cock sucked. That should be a lyric in a song. I
closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. Craig was an expert,
sliding up and down, licking my cock, his fingers brushing up against my
balls. He was definitely taking his time. As soon as he had me getting
close, my body starting to tense up, he would slow down or stop for a few
seconds, just enough to keep me on edge. Either way, I wasn't going to last
long, I was getting really close and I wasn't exactly known for having lots
of stamina.


"Stand up."


I guess I'm naturally a bit submissive, so I stood up when he told me to.
He stayed on his knees in front of me, so that my cock was pointing right
in his face. Then he grabbed my thighs firmly with his hands and turned me
around so that I was facing the chair I was just sitting in.


"Nice ass."


That was all I heard before I felt his tongue hit my butthole. I gasped in
surprise and pleasure. I had never even imagined anything like that before.
The feeling was incredible and blowing my mind. His tongue started off
lightly probing and teasing, then became more forceful and seeking to
enter. My knees felt weak and I was unsteady on my feet so I bent forward
and put my hands on the armchair for balance. I spread my legs a bit wider.
With improved access, Craig went to town on my butthole. I could feel his
tongue inside me and it drove me crazy. I was moaning and quivering like a
cat in heat.


"You want me to fuck you."


I was breathing like I'd been jogging around the block a few times. My
heartbeat was racing and precum was dripping from the head of my cock. When
I didn't say anything, Craig repeated himself. To be honest, I didn't
realize that it was a question. It seemed more like he was stating the
obvious. My pants were down around my ankles, I was bent over and moaning
like a bitch while he rimmed and finger-fucked my butthole. Like, duh?


I was whimpering and moaning so much that I struggled for words. Craig had
swapped his index finger for his tongue while he was apparently waiting for
an answer, which had the unintended consequence of causing further
difficulty for me in making a reply. I eventually croaked out a barely
audible and breathless "yes".


"Lets go into the other room."


With that, Craig headed towards the bedroom. The apartment was small so
that was only about twenty feet away. I had to pull up my pants so I could
walk. Once inside his bedroom, Craig went to work stripping me naked and
told me to get on the bed. My cock was raging hard and drooling precum.
Despite my hyper-sexed mood, I remembered to ask him if he had condoms and
lube - he did and so I felt reassured.


Craig stripped off his own clothes in a hurry. His cock was hard and waving
around. It was big and thick. He had said it was eight inches and although
I didn't have a measuring tape with me, it certainly looked a hell of a lot
bigger and way thicker than mine!


He had me on all fours on the bed, doggy-style as he resumed rimming my
butthole. It felt amazing - I was squirming around and moaning with
pleasure. Then I felt the lube and a finger working it in. And then a
second finger. I stifled a cry of pain he stretched me out with his thick
fingers.


"You've got a beautiful butthole."


It felt kind of weird hearing someone say that. I was flattered by the
compliment and shamed by the circumstances all the same time. Like, who
goes around complimenting people's buttholes? My wandering mind was shocked
back to reality when Craig's thick probing fingers found my prostate and
all of a sudden I'm loosing it, making twice as much noise as I was before.


"I think you're ready."


Yeah, I was ready all right. I was so ready I was pretty close to begging
for it. I wanted it so bad it ached. Then I felt the head of his cock
rubbing up against my butt. I knew it was going to hurt going in so I
clenched my fists and gritted my teeth as I felt the head of his cock
working its way inside. It hurt way more than I was expecting and I cried
out, begging him to take it out. He did, but only just to add some more
lube and try again. The pain was intense as the head of his cock slipped
inside me and again I begged for him to take it out. At that point, sweat
was breaking out on my forehead and I was ready to give up.


"I'm sorry, but your cock is just too big for me, I can't take it. It hurts
too much." I hated saying that because I was so hyped for it and wanted it
so badly, but at that precise moment, the pain in my ass far outweighed the
excitement and fantasies in my head.


"You can take it, I know you can. Just one more try."


With more lube added, the big thick head of his cock once again slipped
inside. The pain was still there and intense, but not as much as the first
two attempts. I did my best not to scream out, but the pain level was at
the very threshold of my endurance. By this time I'm no longer on all fours
but rather I was mostly laying down on my stomach, with my face buried in a
pillow and my hands grasping at the bedsheets. Once he had the head of his
cock inside me, he just laid there on top of me. I don't know how long it
took, but eventually, the pain started to recede a bit and my body adjusted
to the intrusion.


That wasn't my first time with anal sex, but it sure felt like it. I guess
it was because Craig's cock was so much bigger than my cousin's. Anyway,
Craig seemed to know what he was doing. After an eternity of just laying on
top of me, breathing down the back of my neck, I could feel him starting to
rock back and forth. Each time he moved, a little more of his cock slid
inside me and I'd beg him to "stop" or "slow down". I have to hand it to
him, Craig was definitely patient - but he was also relentless. Every time
I begged him to slow down, he'd stop, whisper some encouraging words, kiss
the back of my neck, and then slowly start pushing in again.


Eventually he got enough of his cock inside me to start a slow fucking
motion, sliding back and forth. I tried to keep quiet because I thought I
sounded like an idiot making so many noises, whimpering, moaning, gasping
and grunting, but I couldn't help it. It was all so intense.


"How does it feel now? I'm all the way inside."


My voice cracked like I was going through puberty as I tried to answer him.
"Its... okay... please... go... slow..."


With that, Craig started to fuck me. Slow and gentle at first, but
gradually increasing in tempo until I could hear the sound of his hips
slapping against my ass and I was bouncing up and down on the bed and
clutching the bedsheets just to hold on. I tried to tell him to "slow down"
but I don't think any words came out. I just grunted with each thrust...
"huh... huh... huh..." alternating with that rhythmic sound of Craig's hips
slapping against the cheeks of my ass. I couldn't concentrate on anything.
My whole body was consumed by one thing - the feeling of a big thick cock
stretching and pounding my ass. I gasped for air between grunts and moans.


And then Craig forcefully pulled my hips back towards him so that I was up
on all fours again and getting fucked doggy-style. I started to make new
sounds as Craig's cock seemed to reach even deeper inside me and the
slapping sound got louder. With each thrust my body was shoved forward and
I slowly moved up the bed getting pounded like that until my face was
practically pressed up against the headboard. Craig just stopped for a
moment, grabbed hold firmly around my hips and yanked my whole body back a
couple feet down the bed and then resumed slam-fucking my ass until we
ended up back in the same position, my face pressed up against the
headboard again - with me grunting and moaning like a cheap whore all the
way.


We did that three or four times. I was wondering how much I could take when
instead of pulling me back down the bed, Craig instead pulled his cock out.
I yelped in surprise as I felt a sudden feeling of emptiness and the cool
air hit my red hot butthole. For a moment I thought it was all over - that
Craig had cum, but that wasn't the case at all.


"Lay on your back."


I did as he asked and watched as Craig lifted my knees up and pressed them
back towards my chest and in the same motion leaned forward with his cock
slipped back inside my hole. We were face to face now so I could actually
watch him fucking me. It all seemed almost surreal - the sweat, the sounds,
the smells - like we were animals.


Craig continued to fuck me in that position for quite a while. He would
start fucking with long and slow strokes and then gradually increase the
tempo until he was slam-fucking me like a jackhammer and I'd be bouncing
around underneath him, just trying to hold on as he pounded my ass. Then
he'd suddenly stop to catch his breath and we would change positions,
instead of my knees pressed against my chest, he held my legs up in the
air, or he had my arms and legs wrapped around him as he was on all fours.


It was in the last of these positions, with Craig getting up to full butt
busting jack-hammer mode that all of a sudden, I just started to go wild.
It was like I could feel an orgasm approaching. My whimpering, moaning and
grunting sounds gave way to a short series of urgent and breathless
words... "please" and "oh gawd" and "fuck me", pouring out of my mouth
repeatedly as I squirmed and thrashed, my arms and legs tightly wrapped
around his body above me. And then he stopped. I freaked out, I frantically
tried to hump his cock to keep it going. I was so close to having my first
hands-free orgasm from getting fucked and all of a sudden it was drifting
away from me.


"Looks like you are getting close..."


"Yes... please fuck me ... I'm so close..." At least, that's what I think I
said. I probably said more in a torrent of words, half of them senseless
before I regained my wits about me and felt properly embarrassed by saying
such things. I could only imagine what my mother might think if she saw me
at that moment. One thinks of the weirdest things at such times!


"Yeah, I'll fuck you all right. I'm going to fuck you real good!"


And with that, Craig resumed doing exactly that. As he did before, he
started off tantalizingly slow and only gradually built up the tempo. I was
quivering in anticipation of a return to that feeling. I was so close and I
wondered if it would really happen. It was only when Craig was really going
full speed that it happened. I couldn't shut up about it. I begged Craig
not to stop - saying it over and over again. It was all I could think
about. My whole body was into it. It was a slow build up to the most
amazing orgasm I'd ever felt. When it was over, I just laid there, almost
completely covered in my own cum. Craig has stopped fucking and was just
looking at me.


"Wow, that was really hot seeing you blow your load like that."


With his cock still inside me, Craig reached over and grabbed a small towel
that he had used to wipe his hands on after applying the lube. He used that
to do a quick wipe up of the mess on my face and chest and then tossed the
towel aside, pinned my knees back to my chest and started fucking me again.
I couldn't believe it. I thought for sure we were finished, but Craig kept
up the same pace as before. He started slowly and then gradually build up
speed until he was slam-fucking me senseless and then he'd stop and we'd
change positions and repeat the whole process.


He had me on all fours getting fucked doggy-style for so long I wondered
how he could keep going. I didn't know how much of this extreme power
fucking I could take. And then I was on my back with my legs in the air,
then bent over the side of the bed, then on my back with knees pressed back
against my chest again.


And then I felt that feeling. I couldn't believe it. It just hits me. I'm
laying there getting fucked and fucked, but all of a sudden, it all feels
ten times more intense and I start again with the whole "please...
please... don't stop... oh gawd... please... fuck me... don't stop..."
routine, saying it over and over again, each time more frantically. It was
like I had no control over myself and these words were triggered by some
nerves and neurons inside me rather than my conscious command.


Thankfully Craig didn't stop and actually started to pound me even harder
and faster. It was insane. We were frantically fucking and covered in sweat
as another orgasm approached. I thrashed, I squirmed, I moaned, whimpered,
begged for more and then started squirting cum all over myself for the
second time.


When it was over, I laid back totally relaxed, sexually satisfied and damn
near exhausted from the effort. That was the most amazing fuck I'd ever had
in my life and two hands-free orgasms to show for it. I was in la-la-land.


"Oh yeah... that was hot but I'm not done yet!"


"No, please, I've had enough, I can't take much more of this." I said and
it was true. I was done. I was exhausted and my whole body felt like mush.
My butthole was practically numb. I looked towards the clock on the bedside
table and saw that we had been fucking for well over an hour.


"Just a little bit more... I'm really close. I'm going to cum real soon."


And with that, Craig started fucking me again. I was so exhausted that I
just let him do it. He wiped the cum off me with the same towel as before
and then flipped me over onto my stomach, laid down on top of me and
slipped his cock inside. My butthole offered no resistance. His cock slid
in all the way and I barely whimpered. Craig actually repeated that motion
a few times - pulling all the way out then quickly shoving it back inside
all the way. After two or three of these moves I started making all kinds
of silly noises once again.


"Please, I can't take much more of this..." I started to beg as I felt
Craig speeding up towards maximum butt pounding rhythm yet again.


"I'm really close. Give me a kiss. Give me your tongue and that will make
me cum!"


And so I did. He was laying on my back so I had to turn my head back
towards him and we kissed wildly and passionately as he continued to fuck
me... and fuck me... and fuck me. Again and again Craig would power fuck me
to a rising crescendo of what I though was his orgasm, but he would just
stop, pull out his cock and flip my body around into some other position
and then shove his cock back inside me and do it all over again. Again I
begged for him to finish. I wanted him to cum so bad. I didn't know how
much I could take of his big thick eight inch cock pounding me for so long.


"I'm getting close. I'm going to cum really soon. Talk dirty to me. Tell me
how much you like my cock and how much you want me to cum. That will put me
over the top and make me cum!"


And so I did. Or rather, I tried. I was exhausted and half-delirious from
getting fucked for so long as well as two orgasms. I could barely speak.
But I did my best. I told the truth. I desperately wanted him to cum.


"Please fuck me! I love your big cock! I want you to cum inside me! Please,
give it to me!" I said all this and more. Anything I could think of - in
between kissing him wildly and passionately.


"Yeah, that's good. You really are a horny little slut aren't you?"


I agreed with him. I repeated myself. I said anything and everything. It
was kind of embarrassing to think about what I must of sounded like. I
wanted him to cum so bad. So there I was, alternating between giving this
guy wet and sloppy kisses and begging him to fuck me like the horny little
bitch I was and how much I loved his big thick cock. And I kept saying this
stuff over and over again as Craig kept power fucking me senseless and then
switching positions yet again. He even grabbed me by the hair and pulled my
head back towards him. Not too forcefully, but enough. In the state I was
in, I just begged him to keep fucking me and telling him how much I loved
his big cock. As I said, I was practically delirious from getting fucked
senseless for so long I could barely register what I was even saying. But
Craig told me I had to say it to get him to cum so that was what I was
doing. I desperately wanted him to cum. I couldn't take much more. The
sensations were overwhelming me. I wondered if I'd ever be able to walk
again. And still he would pull his cock out, switch positions, then shove
it in again and keep fucking me even harder and faster than before, all the
while I'm moaning, grunting and begging for more. And then he stopped
fucking me, grabbed my cock and started jerking me off.


"I want to see you cum again. Maybe we can cum together at the same time."


My whole body shivered. I couldn't cum again. I'd already cum twice,
totally hands-free even, and my whole body felt like mush. But my cock was
hard and I was leaking so much precum that Craig's hand was stroking me
nice and slick and it felt real good.


"Here, you do it. Jerk yourself off while I fuck some more. I'm getting
really close!"


He grabbed my hand and put in on my dick and then started fucking me again.
He even leaned down face to face for more of those wet and sloppy kisses.
He'd break the kiss when he wanted to fuck hard and fast. The harder he
fucked me the faster I jerked my cock. I was actually getting off on it and
I could feel yet another orgasm approaching. I told Craig that I was
getting close again and begged him to cum.


"Please fuck me... don't stop... I love your big cock... I want you to
cum... I want you to give it to me... please fuck me!" Again and again I
said this stuff, doing everything I could to get him to reach his orgasm. I
really couldn't take much more. We had long passed my endurance point.


"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum - let's see you jerk it boy!"


And with that I started stroking my cock like a madman on a mission. The
whole scene was a fucking frenzy. We were both covered in sweat, grunting
and panting like crazy. Craig was fucking me like a wild animal at that
point as my third orgasm splattered all over the place. By the time I
regained my senses, Craig was laying on top of me, breathing furiously.


"That was a good fuck."


With that, Craig pulled his cock out and peeled off the condom. I could see
it was filled with sperm as he tossed it on the floor beside the bed. I
just laid there, completely exhausted and drained as he went off to the
bathroom. I looked over at the clock again and freaked. I just got fucked
for almost two and a half hours, pretty much non-stop! I didn't think that
was even possible. And if I didn't get going I was going to be late getting
home. It was a school night so I'd probably get in trouble and maybe even
get grounded for it.


As I got up from the bed in an attempt to find my clothes, my eyes were
drawn to the floor beside the bed where Craig had casually tossed the used
condom. There were three condoms down there - each one filled with cum. I
was a bit unsteady on my legs so I sat down on the bed again. Craig walked
back into the bedroom right then, looking at me staring at the three used
condoms on the floor.


"Isn't Viagra a wonderful thing?"


I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I really had to get going, so I
gathered up my clothes and got dressed. My butthole was literally throbbing
and twitching the whole time. Once I was dressed, Craig stepped up to me
and handed me a little piece of paper with his number on it.


"Take this. Give me a call and we can hook-up again some time."


With that, he shuffled me out the door. My head was spinning and my whole
body felt like I'd been gang-fucked by a dozen burly truckers. I walked
slowly and painfully down the hallway to the elevator. The night air helped
to clear my head as I walked back past the coffee shop to the subway
station for the long ride home. I think I was walking like an old man - I
could have used a cane.


Sitting on the subway and bus, listening to music on my headphones, I could
hardly believed what had just happened. My butthole kept throbbing and
twitching all the way. I actually got an erection on the ride home. I
couldn't stop thinking about the whole evening - the way I was thinking of
calling it off when I first met him, how I only agreed to go to his place
just for a quick blow-job, and how he had tricked me as he fucked me,
getting me to say all that stuff to get him off - and how I felt having not
just my first but a second hands-free orgasm. It was all so mind-blowing I
could barely believe it was real - except the pain in my ass was definitely
real.


My butthole hurt for three freaking days. I was angry the way Craig had
tricked me and used me like that. At the same time, I couldn't stop
thinking about it when I jerked off each night before going to sleep.


I guess it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you that I called up
Craig about three days later and arranged to meet at his place the
following Saturday night to do it again.


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