Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 21:49:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Martin Subject: Extra Large All Meat (MM, anal, adult and teen) All of my stories are based on true events. I just had to add the sex. If you like my stories please consider donating to Nifty and keeping this site running. https://donate.nifty.org/ -------------------------------------------------------------------- Extra Large All Meat Chet was the night manager at the pizza place I worked at during high school. He always acted like he was Joe cool, and he could be a jerk at times, but most of the kids treated him like he was a joke. Just the name Chet got half the kids chuckling, but he also acted like he was a major lady's man, hitting on most of the girls at work, even though they were all still high school age, and he was north of thirty. So, the girls all thought he was a creep, but then he would brag to all the boys about his many (likely fictional) conquests. Everyone did their work, but otherwise they just ignored Chet, and I don't think anyone took him very seriously. Personally, I didn't have a problem with him. I even liked hearing his stories, even if they were totally made up. He had a very graphic imagination. Listening to Chet was like reading the letters in my Dad's Penthouse magazines. I guess he figured out that I was one of the few kids who didn't have a problem with his behavior, and over time he started treating me like I was his best buddy, including inviting me to stick around after work for a couple beers. I was still too young to drink legally, so I thought that part was pretty cool. It became a Friday and Saturday night ritual. He would close up the restaurant and shoo the other kids out the door. Then Chet would grab some brews from the walk-in refrigerator, and we would hang out until I got bored with his stories and headed home. There was one night he got tipsy enough where he eased up on his sex stories and started opening up about his actual lack of a sex life. I missed the stories, but I kind of appreciated that he trusted me enough to be honest about it. "I guess we're just a couple lonely horn-dogs," he grunted, making the obvious but accurate judgment that I was also lacking any sexual outlets. "I guess so." "You know... sometimes I think they were smarter back in the old days." I suspected that what I thought of as the 'old days' was different than what he was thinking. I asked, "Do you mean like my grandma and grandpa, back when you had to wait till you were married?" He laughed. "Even then people were still having sex. They just had to be sneaky about it. But no, I meant way back... like Roman Empire or Spartan Army days." "What was different about then?" Well... I probably shouldn't say it but... back then women were for getting married and having kids, and... not so much for sex." "How was that better? That sounds worse." "But they were having sex," he interrupted. "Just not with women." I started to question what he meant by that, but then it slowly started to dawn on me. "They did it with each other?" He nodded. "Sometimes... but back then the older soldiers would have a younger guy they would be training or mentoring, and the younger guy would repay him... with sex." "They really did that?" The whole concept sounded absurd. "Yeah," he affirmed. "So, it's sort like... with me being your supervisor... if we had lived back then, we wouldn't need to hit on girls. We'd just do it with each other." "Do what?" I asked. The topic had my curiosity. Chet got a funny smile. "Well... they call it Greek for a reason." I suddenly had a vivid mental image of Chet trying to fuck me, but it wasn't scary. It was mostly funny. "You sound like you wish you lived back then." "Well, no, but imagine how much easier that was. You didn't have to waste a lot of time trying to talk girls into it. You just had someone you could hang out with and then when you wanted to, you got laid, and nobody had a problem with it." "So, then why are you always hitting on the girls?" He smiled again. "I guess you never know. I might get lucky. Besides it's not like that anymore and it's not like I'm into guys, but I can see why it worked back then." "That stuff didn't really happen... Did it?" It all sounded like a twisted variation on Chet's other sex stories. "Why would the younger guy go along with that?" "It's just how it was, but they got something out of it. They had someone who was teaching them and looking out for them, and... you don't know... Maybe they even liked it." "I don't know about that..." "You can look it up. You'll see." "Okay. Whatever" I answered dismissively. However, I fully intended to do some research. Apparently this was not a topic that would come up in a casual Google search, but when I asked some direct questions, the info came back in a flood. I can't say I ever thought of Chet as being an expert on ancient history, but he was right on this subject, and the more I read about it the more fascinated I became. I wasn't thinking about it as an option. But it was all about sex, and I was a sponge for anything on that topic. I was actually a little disappointed when Chet didn't bring it up again and we fell back into our usual routine, but that was fine. There was one Friday night, when the dinner rush had been crazy, and we were wiped out by the time everyone else left, and Chet locked the doors. We went into the office, and I plopped onto the couch. I was so tired I considered skipping the beer and just calling it a night, but Chet convinced me that we deserved a reward for our hard work. So, I gratefully accepted the beer when it was offered. As tired as I was, the beer hit me quickly, and I was so drowsy I could barely stand up. Chet told me it wouldn't be safe for me to try and drive home. The couch in the office was a fold out futon, so Chet recommended that we crash there until we both felt sober and awake enough to head home. I called home to let my mom know I would be staying over with a friend, without giving her all the details. Then Chet and I unfolded the futon and I climbed on, scooting to the side against the wall. Chet climbed on behind me. I think I dozed off almost immediately, but I don't think I was asleep for very long. When I woke up I felt really cozy and it took me a second or two to realize that Chet was pressed up against my back. That felt nice too, so I didn't pull away. It was a few seconds after that I realized I was feeling skin on skin. My pants and shorts were pulled down to my thighs and Chet was clearly in a similar state of undress because I could feel his bare legs against my buttocks. He then shifted slightly, and I felt something else prodding between my butt cheeks. I was still fuzzy from sleep, but I quickly realized it was his hard cock, and it was searching for a point of entry. It was slick with lube and sliding easily through my ass crack, until it nested against my butt pucker. "We're not Spartans..." I mumbled, and Chet froze like a statue. We stayed like that for several seconds with neither of us moving. The fact that I didn't pull away started to register with him. "We can pretend... right?" I still didn't move, and that was apparently all he needed for a response. He pressed against me and the knob of his cock pushed against my sphincter, not exactly going in, but getting the process started. I had the advantage of being young and stupid. I knew my pucker was tight, but I could poop through it. So, how much different could it be to have a dick inside me? However, it was going the wrong way, and I was beginning to realize that I had never pooped anything as big as what Chet was trying to shove up my butt. Luckily, I was still ignorantly open-minded. I paid attention to what was happening behind me, almost like I was out of body and observing it. It helped me work past a few moments where I wasn't really sure my body was supposed to be doing something like this. It wasn't the first time I had managed my fear this way. I had figured out how to do this when I went to the dentist. It kept me from freaking out every time I saw that giant syringe they used to numb my mouth. This time it was letting me deal with the series of short sharp pains, and the confusing but oddly pleasurable, trembles that ran up my spine. Almost clinically, I felt my anus wrapping around the knob of his cock and then sliding along his shaft, as he slipped deeper inside me. I even felt some satisfaction, knowing we had probably passed the critical point and my ass was actually accepting him. But then he slid a little deeper and my eyes popped wide open. It hit me so fast my entire body shook from it. He had hit my prostate and, based on my reaction, I really liked that. I shot off. Chet came to halt, and he held me close. He obviously felt my body shaking, but I don't think he realized why. "Jeez! That was crazy! You got really tight, and you were trembling... It felt so good I almost came," he groaned. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I almost had to laugh. "No... it doesn't hurt." I answered. "It feels... I'm... okay... I just... I just spooged." "Really? That's so cool!" I could tell by the lift in his voice that he was feeling proud about that. We lay like that, not moving, for a minute or two. It gave me some time to get my bearings again. I felt totally stuffed, but he was still half in, half out, and I was now curious if I could take all of it. "Can we still do it?" "You still want to?" He must have thought my cumming would make me want to stop. My head bobbed in a clumsy nod. "Yeah... please. We can do it." "Thank you..." And with the green light, Chet went back to work. Chet was kind of dumpy, kind of a doofus, and pretty much oblivious to the way most people saw him. But goddamn, he had a nice dick, and while he pushed it through my body there was a clumsy, but enthusiastic element to how he fucked me. I think it confirmed that Chet probably didn't have much more experience than me, and I liked that. I really wanted it to be a good experience for him. It may seem weird that I was worried about him while my butt was getting reamed out, but I was. Now, as far as my poor virgin ass was concerned, it had balked at first, but once Chet had found that magic spot I was taking him in enthusiastically. There were like a million sensations I had never felt before, and with no prior experience I had no idea if any of them were normal, but I knew I wanted more. I was even beginning to think those Spartans had been onto something, and those girls at work didn't know what they were missing. I probably jerked off five or six times a week, and I just assumed my dick was my primary sex organ. I still might need it to spew, but for sex it was now a poor substitute for whatever my ass could make me feel. I wasn't sure I would ever be able to go back to choking my snake. It was much more intense, so much better, to be riding his. Once he had been cleared for takeoff Chet had, at first slowly, eased his dick all the way inside me. I took it okay, and it hadn't resulted in anything new, but every time he pulled out and pushed back in I would feel these shivers run through my body, and I would rediscover that one spot that had triggered me the first time. It wasn't more than a few minutes before my body went rigid again and I fired off my second load, every stroke of his cock acting like pump, forcing bursts of sperm to spatter the wall in front of me. "Oh... Damn! I could feel that!" Chet grunted and froze in place, as my body fought through the last shuddering pulses of my orgasm. "You came again?" "Yeah..." My voice cracked. This was the first time I had cum twice in such a short period of time, and for some reason I was still hard. "Are you still okay?" He asked. "I mean... I can stop if you need me to... but... I don't want to." I had to think about it. I mean, I was still horny, but how much of this could I handle. Smartly, I then made the right call. "Yeah... I'm okay... I don't want you to stop." "Can we change so I can see you?" I assumed he already could, but then I figured out he meant the front of me, and that meant I would be able to see him too. "Yeah... we can do that." He pulled out, which in itself was an interesting experience, to suddenly be empty after having been filled. I preferred being filled. So, I rolled onto my back, and he spun my feet around, so they were hanging off the side of the futon. then he climbed between my legs, lifting my knees into the crook of his elbows. Without having to reach down, Chet was able to line up his cock with my pucker and glide back inside. Just before he did that, I had a chance to actually see the weapon he was working with, and I was glad I hadn't seen it before. I never would have let him try this, if I had. But the way it felt when he eased into me again, I wasn't sure I could ever let him stop. Chet went back to a steady rhythm, stroking almost the full length of his shaft through my bowels. We stared into each other's eyes as we fucked, and I'm not sure what Chet saw as he screwed me, but I saw earnest intensity on his face, and I realized I was starting to fall in love with the goofy guy. Not like, romantic, hearts and flowers kind of love. I just knew that I really cared about him and I hated that all my friends just thought he was a big joke. It's not like I could ever tell them, but if they knew how it felt to be fucked by him, they wouldn't see him that way. We stayed at it for a long time. Having cum twice already, I seemed to have found some self-control, and I was able to hold off from cumming again. I was mystified at how Chet had been able to fuck for so long without cumming and that worried me a little. "Does it... feel... okay?" I asked, my breath broken by the hammering blows from Chet's cock. "Oh god... yeah!" He grunted. "I never felt this good before." "But... you haven't... cum yet..." "I..." He paused and stopped fucking. "I'm... afraid to cum... I'm afraid we won't ever get to do this again." I laughed. "Dude! We can do it again." "We can?" "Shit yeah," I sighed. "Whenever you want." "You really like it?" He was still that goofy guy who acted all macho but actually had no self-esteem. "If you don't fuck me again... I'll have to quit... and I'll find someone who will." He started moving again. "No! You don't need to quit. I'll do it... I'll fuck you every day. I promise." He went faster and faster and I suddenly felt his dick pulse and swell, filling my ass to overflowing with his baby juice, and then I finally shot off for the third time. As we both fought through the throes of our orgasms, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his back, never letting his dick slip out of me. Then we rested, with me stretched out on top of him, and I think we both fell asleep like that. When I woke up, his cock had softened enough it had slipped free. So, I rolled to my side, resting my head on his chest, and I just stared at his cock. It was soft, but still fuck swollen, and it glistened with lube and cum. I could hardly believe it had been inside of me, but my ass confirmed it, throbbing softly, slightly sore, but not painful. I wasn't sure how much recovery time I needed before I would be able to let Chet fuck me again, but he had promised we would do it every day. I intended to hold him to that.