Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 22:47:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Brian G <intrepid_esx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Fun, Little Package

This story is true.

First, about me, I'm a handsome 26 year old white guy. I'm 6'4", 240
pounds, shaved head, and a goatee. I'm masculine and built well with a
hairy body. I classify myself as versatile, but with my size and "image"
I'm a top more than a bottom.

Then there was Josen. He was no different than any other faceless chat on
Adam4Adam. I wasn't interested, yet I was bored and his broken English
amused me for the time being. He was persistent over the next several
weeks. He became a staple in my chat life. I could always count on Josen to
shot a hello my way when he saw me online.

From the very beginning he had always pushed me to meet him. His lack of a
picture and his "discreet" ways were not doing him any favors in my mind. I
can be friendly with anyone through text, but meeting is a different story.
I put off his advances for several more months, until one day he showed he
understood my hesitance.

This day Josen mentioned that he would like to meet. He understood that I
typically required a picture so he suggested we meet in a public place, in
our cars so if either of us wasn't interested we could leave immediately
and no harm was done. He even went so far as to suggest that he drive the
20 minutes to my side of town so as not to inconvenience me. It was a 2
minute drive to the gas station he suggested so I figured what the hell.

I got to the gas station and sat in my car. He was late, and I was pissed
as a result. The moment I re-started the engine and put the car in reverse
he pulled up beside me. Actually, I didn't realize it was him at first...
The guy in the car beside me was gorgeous... A stunning Puerto Rican
construction worker with a handsome face and a nice build from what I could
see. He said hello and I was startled to learn that this was the man I was
waiting for.

We chatted for a few seconds and he suggested we go have a drink. A small
pub was nearby, and considering it was 2pm on a Wednesday it wouldn't be
busy. I suggested he follow me, and he did. He texted me as we were driving
to let me know he thought I was hot. Gorgeous and a flatterer... I could go
for that.

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We reached the bar and we made our way inside. He immediately realized it
was a gay bar and began to protest. We were the only ones in the place and
it was dark, I suggested a seat in the back and he ultimately agreed. I
ordered us drinks and took them back to the table. We chatted for a couple
hours; honestly I don't remember what we discussed. I was concentrating
more on his looks and body than the awkward conversation. Before long I was
bored with the chat and I was ready to leave. We finished our drinks and
started to leave.

Exiting the bar involved walking down a hall way through several doors
before exiting the back door. As the first door closed behind us I was
immediately slammed against the wall with a tongue down my throat. I was
impressed. At 5'7" and a 50 pound disadvantage (at least), he could put
what bulk he had to good use. But what really caught my attention was the
primal passion of his kiss. He was aggressive without being forceful and
every time I kissed him back, his eyes would roll back in his head and the
sounds that escaped his lips were manly yet quiet and "gentle".

Before too long I called it an evening and we parted ways. When I realized
he was hot I figured I might get a good fuck out of him... I didn't expect
what had happened. I figured I would give it some time and see where he
took it. The last thing I needed was a puppy love crush from a closet case
whose heart I'd have to break.

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Sometime later, I don't remember how long, he texted me out of the blue and
suggested he would like to stop by my place. I was bored (and horny) so I
figured why not...

Only a few minutes later he was knocking on the door. When I opened the
door he was in his work clothes. He was dirty and sweaty... Far from the
shower fresh quickie I was hoping for. We sat down and chatted briefly, and
I mean briefly, before he told me that his coworker was sitting out in the
car and he needed to hurry.

He was a man on a mission. We immediately went to my bedroom where he told
me to pull my pants down. "Don't take off, just down," he said to me. I
liked his style. He unzipped his pants and fished around for a while. As
much effort as he was putting in to getting his dick out I began to wonder
if I was getting ready to see something massive come snaking out.

Next thing I know I'm staring at 4 inches of skinny uncut latin dick in
disappointment. His profile said he was a total top with 7.5 of uncut
meat... I can handle some exaggeration, but this was a letdown. I didn't
have much time to dwell on it though because within a few seconds he was
turning me around and lining up with my hole. I grabbed the lube and a
rubber and handed them to him. He looked at them for a moment and then
looked at me with what seemed to be confusion.

He obviously caught on and was soon rolling the condom on his dick and he
asked me to lube myself. I rubbed some on my hole and turned back
around. Within seconds his dick was all of the way in me. The very quick
intrusion was uncomfortable but his size didn't take much to get used to.

He quickly began thrusting in and out of my hole. I'd love to say I enjoyed
it, but this was a non-event. And to make matters worse, just as quickly as
it began, he pulled out, put his dick away and zipped up. I asked what was
wrong and he sighed for a moment and said "I cum." In my mind I said "you
fucking did what?" but my mouth said "oh... Ok." He thanked me and started
to walk towards to door. And in less time than it took to come in, he left.

I had a few problems... I was pissed at the lame fuck and the small dick
sure... But more importantly I had about 8 inches of dick pointing to the
ceiling that needed some relief. I contemplated whether to try to find
someone to finish the job or to do it myself. I quickly decided that the
disappointment of what had just happened had drained me so I went to my
room to jerk one off.

As I entered the room I noticed the condom on the floor... I left it there
while I did my business and as I was cleaning myself up I picked it up to
throw it away. As I carried it to the trash I noticed something strange. It
was completely empty. That explained it... He hadn't gotten off in 30
seconds; he hadn't gotten off at all.

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I'd be lying if I didn't say my pride was hurt. I've never had someone fake
an orgasm with me. I'd never thought someone would have a reason to do
so. I was puzzled...

I didn't hear from Josen for a while, when a couple weeks later he texted
me and said "I want do with you again." My response was not kind and
considerate. It was bitter and brutal. He didn't respond back, and that was
fine. But then there was an unexpected knock on the door. I opened it to
see a well groomed, well dressed Josen looking nervous.

I asked him why he was there and waited for a response. He explained that
he didn't know what he did wrong and why I was angry. To avoid a scene I
brought him in and explained it all. The small dick, the 30 seconds of
fucking and the empty condom. His explanation was a cross between shocking
and what I thought was blatant lying.

He proceeded to explain that he had never measured his dick and had never
seen any much bigger so he "assumed" it was "average". He told me that he
can't last much longer than 30 seconds but he makes up for it with a quick
rebound time and an ability to orgasm repeatedly. And he explained the
empty condom by admitting that he didn't actually use it. "You no can be
pregnant" he said with a look of amusement on his face. His explanation
seemed natural to him, as if I was out of the loop on that fact.

I was pissed... I've been called a safe sex Nazi more than once in my life
and this obvious idiot took it upon himself to disrespect not only me, but
my life. I went in to a rant about disease and its implications. He
responded with a blank stare... When I asked if he'd ever even been tested
for HIV he immediately seemed to understand and instantly produced a card
from his wallet. I recognized it, I had dozens of my own... He was tested
about a week prior to our hook up. All was well, but that didn't make it
any better. We talked for several minutes in a much more civil way.

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Not much later that same evening, we were both naked in my bed. 30 seconds
after that load number one up my ass. I hated myself and what I had done
(again), but as I saw his dick get hard again I was soon distracted by
another rough entry into my hole. The second load came slower than the
first, but only enough to get my dick motivated before he jerked out of me
and laid back down. I could also distinctly feel that the second load was
much bigger than the first.

He spent the night with me. Every fuck in itself was short and
disappointing. But as the night wore on, I found myself loving this scene
more and more. He wasn't lying about his quick reset time and his ability
to orgasm repeatedly. As the 5th and then the 7th and then the 10th load
made their way in my guts I was drunk on his cum. A few more fucks happened
throughout the night and before too long he was finished. As my hole became
sloppy with cum he would pull out and look disgusted at the white froth
coating his dick. He would wipe what he could in my crack and on my ass
cheeks and use my sheets (my side btw) to wipe the rest off.

I had assumed he'd keep going all night, but after 13 or 14 times he
finally said "I'm done..." with a sigh. I realized then that my dick had
been hard for hours and needed some attention. I grabbed some lube and
started to jerk off and he asked me what I was doing, I answered despite
how obvious it was. With another disgusted look he got up and left the
room. I only had to jerk off about 5 minutes, during which he would peek in
to see if I was done. Once I shot my load he looked in and realized I had
stopped and he joined me once again. When he saw the cum on my stomach he
immediately grabbed my sheet and covered it up.

Once I had calmed back down he asked me why I had jerked off. I think he
took my need to cum as a sign that he hadn't done a good job. I tried my
best to explain without dwelling on what I would consider an obvious,
non-issue.

He left in the morning with no acknowledgement. Not even a goodbye. I would
be lying if I didn't say I was bothered by that.

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It was another two weeks before I heard from him again. When he invited
himself over without calling I turned him away. My housemates who split
their time between our house and an apartment were home and I opted not to
bring my personal life to their attention.

About half an hour later he called me and told me he had gotten a hotel
room and he expected me to show up. I knew the "score" between us but for
him to assume my ass was open for business whenever he demanded was a bit
annoying.

Needless to say, I went. I knew why I was there and didn't bother trying to
talk with him, I just got naked and assumed the position. I should say that
despite how it may sound, I wasn't bothered by this. Sex doesn't always
have to be a production... I wish I could find more bottoms that know their
role when it comes to this type of stuff.

I won't bother with the details; it was a repeat of our first overnight
stay together... countless fucks and a lot of cum. The only difference was
his insistence on not using lube for the first fuck... He wanted it dry,
not even spit. I'd never had a dry dick in my hole, so I figured I would
give it a shot. It was rough... Of course the copious amounts of cum
leaking from my hole made the rest of the fucks "well lubed". I hurt his
feelings again by jerking off and there isn't much else to report.

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After our night in the hotel, we didn't do any more full nights for a
while. We met in a couple gas station bathrooms for a quick pump, dump and
run, but no marathon fuck sessions or anything of consequence.

I did some contemplating of why I put myself through it all. Why did I put
up with a disappointingly small dick? Why was I ok with 30 second fucks?
Why was I letting a complete stranger cum in my ass with no questions
asked? Why did I find myself carrying his cum around inside me all day?

Before long, I found myself turning him down more and more until he finally
asked me why. I didn't know why, I hadn't given it much thought. He
pressured me until I made something up... I told him that I was in a "top
phase" and just didn't want to bottom.

This seemed to make sense to him and he didn't hit me up for several
months. When he did finally hit me up after a few months, he was checked in
the hotel and demanded I stop by. The night before I had my ass turned to
mush by a black dude with a giant dick. I was pretty sure Josen would
notice, and even worse, I wouldn't... If you know what I mean.

I ended up going... I didn't rip my clothes off the second I got there; in
fact I made him take me to dinner. We talked while he looked just as
uncomfortable as the first time we met. After dinner we made our way back
to the hotel where I finally gave him what he wanted. I'm not sure my
bruised and open hole made any difference to him... But as I feared, I
didn't feel anything, I was bored by the time he had his 3rd or 4th
release.  His new found love of bizarre positions and weird angles during
this session exacerbated the issue. He only had 4 inches to work with and
he was only using half of it.

As he got it up for the next fuck I decided to take things in to my own
hands. I shoved him on the bed and got on top of him. I sat on his dick and
focused solely on myself. I got it as deep as I could and I rode it until
he came. He went crazy, the first time he'd ever made a sound while we
fucked. He told me to stop but I didn't. I put my weight on him and kept
riding him. His dick stayed hard as I stayed loosely wrapped around it. I
glanced at a clock and saw it was 7:27PM. I set about to satisfy myself
like he couldn't and rode him until 8:02. My legs were screaming for relief
and my ass was sore. Josen had a look of fear and pain on his face. His
uncut dick was raw... And every time my ass went down, it would pull back
his foreskin, uncovering his cock head causing him pain.

I was full of cum... He had cum almost constantly for the past half hour. I
pulled off and my shattered hole let loose a torrent of cum on his dick and
stomach. He jumped from the bed and ran to the restroom and vomited. Not
exactly the effect one wants to have on a man. He got dressed and left
almost immediately.

I was sitting in a nice hotel room that was paid for until noon the next
day so I figured I'd stay there. I turned on the TV and sat back with a
butt full of cum and proceeded to bust a nut. I did my best not to think
about Josen and the events that had transpired. But at about 4 in the
morning I was awoken by a text that simply said, "I'm no gay." I replied
with "ok" and went back to sleep.

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I didn't hear from Josen for several months. Frankly he slipped my mind. I
figured I had scared him to the point of never wanting to see me again. So
when he sent me a "hey" one day, I was surprised.

We talked casually, for several days, with no mention of the incident. I
figured it was going to be something we never discussed; hell I had figured
I would never speak to him at all. So needless to say, I was surprised when
he asked me out to dinner.

We met at a sports bar/restaurant and sat down for dinner. I had no idea
what to expect. He started off almost immediately by reiterating the fact
that he wasn't gay. I listened quietly as he explained his thoughts and
feelings. Essentially he was like any down low guy and believed that he
could stick his dick in anyone and as long as there was nothing else, he
wouldn't be gay. He explained why he never let anyone suck his dick and why
he was a total top. He explained that he hated seeing another man's
dick. The sight of cum, including his own, grossed him out. I couldn't help
but wonder about him kissing me the first time we met. That's pretty
damning in my opinion.

We finished our dinner and he asked if I would like to join him in the
hotel next door. The room was already booked in typical Josen fashion. I
agreed and when we got to the room things moved slow. I demanded he kiss me
which he begrudgingly agreed to. It was one of the most passionate sessions
I'd ever experienced. And without fail his dick was rock hard.

I took his pants off and told him to relax. I promised that if he told me
to stop I would, but I begged him not to. I crawled between his legs and
slowly moved my face closer to his balls. He told me to stop, and I did. I
pleaded with him to close his eyes and let me continue. A look of fear was
noticeable, yet he complied.

When I was only inches from his sack, I exhaled slowly so he could feel my
warmth without feeling my touch. He shivered in what was unmistakably
pleasure. I stuck out my tongue, and touched the inside of his thigh. His
eyes shot open and he jumped. He jumped out of bed and searched for his
pants. I asked him to look at me and with my quietest voice I asked him to
let me continue. He stopped shuffling his pants and lay down on the bed
again. He wanted this, and he knew it.

As he laid back down I stopped fooling around and engulfed his dick with my
mouth. I used my tongue to scoop his nuts in to my mouth alongside his
dick. I moved very little but the sensation was obviously working for
him. I soon felt and tasted his cum in my mouth. In the two times I had let
someone cum in my mouth it has always been with a dick lodged in my
throat. I never tasted the cum, it just went straight to my stomach. But
here I was with a load in my mouth, and I can honestly say I didn't really
care for it. Unlike every other orgasm he'd ever had where his eyes would
close and he would disconnect from me and the situation, his eyes were
locked on me. He was waiting to watch me swallow. It's hard to swallow with
a mouth full of meat, but I ultimately managed. He seemed pleased.

I let him recuperate until he got hard again. And I moved back in to the
same position this time I ignored the dick and lifted his balls and went
for the space under them. He tensed and pulled away. He was clean, but I
could smell his ass and my dick took over the situation. I pulled him back
closer and went lower. My tongue getting as close to his hole as I could
get it. He jumped and said stop. He said "I'm no gay" and I said something
stupid like "I know, this doesn't make you gay, you're just getting
pleasure from it."

My aggressive side kicked in again and I had his legs in the air with my
eyes locked on the perfect, tight virgin hole. I'm not big on virgins, I
hate being a teacher, but this hole had a lesson to learn and my tongue was
going to show it the ropes. Without hesitation I shoved my tongue up his
ass.

The gasp from Josen was almost non-human. It startled me until I saw his
face. His eyes were rolled back like the first time we kissed. His mouth
hung open out of his control. What wasn't out of his control were his
legs. Without any prodding from me he had pulled his legs up to his chest
and I rewarded him by tasting some more of his ass.

This continued for several minutes until I was distracted by his
voice. With earnestness he told me he was going to cum and began looking
for something to catch it with. I wrapped my lips around his dick and
caught it just in time. Like always his second load was much bigger than
the first. I hated the taste, but it was the least I could do.

We relaxed for almost an hour without a word between us. When I saw that
his dick was hard I knew what I'd have to do. He deserved some ass. I
squeezed the length of his dick from base to head and produced a drop of
left over cum. This drop of cum would be the only lube for the impending
fuck.

I assumed the position, and he lined up with my hole. As always he shoved
in to the hilt. He pulled all of the way out and spit on my hole and rammed
back in. He was out for vengeance. He could have it. He fucked me rough for
nearly 5 minutes. I'm pretty sure he came a few times but never stopped,
except a couple of irregular thrusts when I'm sure he was cumming.

When he pulled out he fell to the bed and told me he was done. I was
surprised, he had only shot 4, maybe 5, loads. But we ended up asleep. When
I woke in the morning he was gone.

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We texted for the next week. It was nice that he didn't freak out after
this one. We made plans to hook up the next Saturday, and it was agreed
that I'd book the hotel.

When Saturday came I booked the room and made myself comfortable. I let him
know where I was and waited. He showed up when I expected and came in with
a smile. He was very social and vibrant, it was a nice change from his
typical "down low" demeanor.

When it came time to get down to business he surprised me by taking off his
pants and laying face down on the bed. It was the first time I had really
seen his ass. It was beautiful. Two perfect mounds of flesh which he was
now grabbing and pulling apart. He knew what he wanted and had no problem
showing me what that was. I stripped in record time and dove in tongue
first. It was a familiar place. The smell of soap and man. I ate his ass
for what felt like hours, I drove my tongue as deep as I could get it. He
was moaning under me, loving what I was doing for him. He would
occasionally reach back and grab my head and force me in to his crack.

I don't know what came over me but I suddenly had the urge to give him what
I believed he needed. There was a bottle of lube in my pants pocket which
happened to be within arm's reach. I took it out of my pocket without his
knowing and brought it within easy reach for the right moment. I slowly
moved up on top of him until my dick was lodged firmly against his hole. I
laid my weight on him and put some pressure on his hole. He moaned but
quickly came around to the reality of what was about to happen. He turned
as best he could and looked in my eye and said for the millionth time, "I'm
not gay." I just said "I know, I know" and continued the pressure on his
hole. Not wanting to end it before it started I realized the spit wouldn't
do the job that lay ahead. Without taking my weight from him I maneuvered
to take some lube and prep his hole and my dick.

I placed my dick back at his hole and whispered nonsense in his ear. I was
intoxicated by the moment and what I was going to do. Without any effort I
began to feel his hole relax and my dick began its intrusion. I didn't
push, I didn't dare move. I just let it happen. As the largest part of my
head passed the tightest part of his virgin hole he snapped back to reality
and repeated his denial phrase again and again repeatedly. I just agreed
with him and ensured my dick didn't move any further.

I moved his arms to his side and wrapped mine around his entire frame and
held him in a bear hug. My goal was to make him feel safe and protected. In
hindsight he may have felt trapped. As his protests faded and he again
relaxed I set about taking my prize. I began to slowly press my dick in to
his hole. There was little resistance but I was sure to stop whenever I
felt him tense.

The first 6 inches went without much drama and I soon came across a
physical feature I've become intimately familiar with in my escapades with
shorter men... the fabled second ring. Some may have stopped at this point,
but I'm never satisfied until there is ass/pelvis contact. Breaking through
the 2nd ring stood between me and that goal. But this can be painful for
some bottoms so I knew that my handling of this could make or break this
experience.

I stopped for time being and went back to cooing in his ear. The moans that
escaped his lips were partially from the pressure in his hole and the words
I was whispering to him. When I finally went back to continuing my assault
I had noticed that I was no longer constrained by this illusive
barrier. The light yet constant pressure had apparently opened his hole and
allowed me in. I had about an inch and a half to go and this was the final
stretch.

I was tired of waiting so I sank the last part in. He moaned in discomfort
and opened his eyes. He looked at me the best he could and no longer
whispering said one finally time that he wasn't gay. I made my dick twitch
in his ass a few times, which made him moan. I moved so I could see
straight in his eyes and told him matter of factly, "yes you are."

He moved his face and shoved it in the pillow. I took that as my cue to
prove my point and started to withdraw my dick. I only pulled out about an
inch before sinking back in. He sighed, and I knew what he wanted. I
repeated these short strokes for some time before his hole opened up and I
decided to show him what a big dick can do. I withdrew about half way and
gave it all back. He was howling in pleasure and I was soon slamming his
hole like it owed me money.

Within 5 minutes of my new found freedom I knew he was getting sore. Unlike
my Puerto Rican hottie, I can fuck for hours if given the chance. But I had
to hurry, so I found the tightness of the second ring and focused my
attention on destroying it. I wanted him to remember this tomorrow, fuck
that, I wanted him to remember this next week. The remaining tightness
stimulated my head and within a few minutes I was close to cumming. I
considered his feelings about cum and wondered how he would feel about mine
8 inches up his ass.  I didn't mention it until I knew it was unavoidable
and I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum.

He immediately protested and told me to stop. I stopped but it was too
late. Cum was pumping out of my dick violently. I began to pull out
satisfied that I'd left a week's worth in deep and I wanted to deposit some
that would run out his now distended hole when I vacated. I got my wish.

As I finished I moved my weight off his body and moved so I could watch the
head pop out of his hole. It was a beautiful site. For an inexperienced ass
it didn't snap back to shape like one might expect. It stayed open and I
watched the cum I had left shallow run out and down his sack.

He rolled over and looked me in the eye. I could see the struggle on his
brow. He loved it, but couldn't cope with that fact. I noticed his dick was
completely soft and for a moment I wondered why. It was then I noticed the
wet spot on the bed. It wasn't just wet, it was soaked with enough cum that
it wasn't just dark from the moisture; so much as it was a puddle of white.

We laid there for what felt like hours. I was basking in the glow of a job
well done. He had a lot to think about.

-------

As we both came around to the here and now it was quiet except the sound of
his guts gurgling full of sperm. He looked at me in the eye and looked like
he was trying to find words.  It turns out he was.

Over the next 15 minutes he told me several things which I don't remember.
The point of his story was to ask me if I would move to Puerto Rico with
him. He was going home and he wanted me to come with him.

I would be lying if I didn't say I considered it for a moment. But despite
the culture, the beautiful land and the beautiful men, my life is here in
Indianapolis. I declined Josen's offer and we both went to sleep.

He left at some point in the night and was gone in the morning. I haven't
seen him since that night and despite several attempts, I've never heard
from him again.

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I hope you enjoyed the story, I welcome feedback at intrepid_esx@yahoo.com