I was new in town -- fresh out of college, on my first job -- and loving every moment of it!

It had been three whole months, and I had settled in well:

  Got myself a lovely little studio apartment pretty close to the downtown area, just a stone's throw away from my office.

~ Lucky, huh?

  And making some great friends - at work, and yes, outside work too.

~ What with all those cool apps, and a very happening little park just a short ten-minute-trot-away from my pad that I quite serendipitously happened across on my very third evening in town!

So, it was a Friday, and I was at a colleague's place, her husband's birthday, and she had about a dozen of her friends over -- a few co-workers and her other friends -- besides, of course, another dozen of his buddies - an interesting group of people.

Their home was beautiful - warm, cosy and inviting - and we were having a great time: some soulful music, some amusing convo... some vodka, accompanied with some tequila... and a deliciously lip-smacking, scrumptious litchee cocktail I had ever tasted... and lots of amazing food!

The joy further enhanced, the evening literally elevated, by some exquisite pot!

And soon I was literally floating as I sat there, enwrapped in a numbing haze -- yes, nicely stoned, and feeling impossibly, intolerably HORNY -- my whole body, all my senses engulfed in this amazing tingle... my entire pelvic region, the whole groin area, my crotch... my genitals, all prickly as it pulsed with an unbearable arousal!

The people in the room a mere blur, their voices a distant hum... their laughter an euphonic treble that kept triggering an exciting shudder up my spine!

Was it the music? The ambiance? Or, was it the cocktails and weed?

Well, yes, I WAS pretty new, to both - guzzling cocktails, and smoking pot beyond my usual couple tokes.

Whatever, I desperately wanted to fuck... fuck all night, non-stop... each passing moment only adding to the maddening desire as it roared at me!

Unable to endure any further I decided on leaving... head home...

If I hurried, I could, in all possibility, still get to meet someone decent at the park, a hot twink perhaps... take him home for a night of wild sex!

Mumbling some utterly lame excuse in her ear and wishing the birthday-boy once more... thanking them both and waving a quick good-bye and good-night to the group, I hurried out of their 14th floor apartment, fishing out my phone as I tapped the elevator call button...

Opening the bike-taxi app (styled 'Quik-Ryde') I entered my location and destination... and almost instantly it showed me a bike, just two minutes away...

I tapped my acceptance just as the elevator doors slid open... and as I stepped in, the confirmation code came through - it was done!

Now, this building had those exterior, all-glass, capsule lifts (elevators) and as I looked down I saw a bike pull up outside...

Curious, I looked on from my high perch... seeing the guy park and get off the bike, standing on the kerb as he unstrapped his helmet.

And as the elevator continued its descent, my elevated vantage fast diminishing... the man became more defined...

He seemed tall... broad built ... and once the helmet came off, I noticed his flowing hair - the longish mane rich and luxuriant!

And then the trees... and finally the hedges, hid him from my view...

As I walked out, phone in hand, I saw him look up...

Clearly illuminated under the bright lights of the street, and the building, the man, probably in his early to mid 30s, was more impressive than I had imagined... strikingly handsome in that rugged, manly way -- square jaw, chiselled features, full lips -- a tiny scar just above the left upper lip, distinct even through the late-evening stubble shadowing the masculine sweep of his facial contours...

Clad in his regulation yellow polo (the company logo emblazoned front and back) and form-fitting black trousers, the man, over six feet tall, was powerfully built: broad shouldered, barrel-chested... a perfect 'V' tapering down to a slim waist and narrow hips...

The crotch front...

"You booked a ride?" I heard him ask, startling me out of my shameless jaunt down his mansome frame.

God, that voice - my knees almost buckled as it sent a frisson coursing through my entire body, making each tiny bits and parts vibrate and tingle... especially the equipment between my legs!

I quickly looked up, seeing him raise a questioning eyebrow... the eyes seeming to twinkle.

And was that a smirk? I wondered as I silently waved my phone at him, unsure of my voice.

"Code?" he demanded.

I read it out to him, my voice all raspy and quivery.

He nodded, putting his helmet back on as he gave me a once over -- the gaze sweeping over my slender form, his eyes limning my linear contours... before finally unlocking the spare helmet and proffering it to me.

He stood there watching as I fumbled... and once I got it on and snapped the clasp in place, securing the straps, he mounted his bike, and closing the kickstand fired the engine...

Astride his purring machine, he looked over his shoulder, jerking his head, "Hop on!"

Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder I climbed in behind him... wiggling myself into a comfortable position... musing if I should hold onto him or not -- I was still buzzing all over, and a bit unsteady!

"Ready?" he asked, revving the engine... that voice once more setting things atingle!

I nodded releasing his shoulder, mumbling something incomprehensible... and he pulled away from the kerb.

We had barely gone a couple hundred yards when the guy hit the brake, the bike instantly lurching with an alarmingly ominous screech... giving a sharp jolt as the suspensions rebounded once he let go... and then rushed ahead equally abruptly!

Now, basic law of physics -- the sudden lurch had sent me careening forward, my torso slamming against his sinewy back, my hands instinctively reaching up to grab his shoulders, the fingers fierce as I clutched him. And as he let go, the bike lunging ahead, I was literally tugged back, away from him... my nails digging in desperately as I clung on for dear life!

The startling suddenness of it all left me wondering...

This was a quiet residential area, the tree lined streets mostly deserted at that hour of the night with only an occasional car leisurely cruising by, and hardly any pedestrian... and nary a stray dog nor a feral cat - there was absolutely NOTHING on that amazingly well maintained, perfect road... NOTHING ahead of us!

So, what was it? What the fuck was the guy thinking, huh? - testing his breaks? drowsy after a hard day's work?

Silently cursing my luck as I pondered if it was an engine issue - or, bad driving skill perhaps?

Let alone try and figure things out, for even before I could settle down from the earlier jolt, he tapped the brake again... sending me slamming into him once more, smack on his back, my hands reflexively reaching up to grab his shoulders!

I generally enjoy a late evening bike ride - the traffic-less calm of relatively empty streets, the cool breeze in my face, riffling through my hair... so invigorating, so erotic even. It always feels great, and that's the reason I never book a cab during night!

And the kind of mood I was in, that evening -- that buzz and tingle, that intense arousal -- I was eagerly looking forward to the ride back home... or, rather, to the park.

My delirious brain already filled with excited thoughts of raunchy encounters and nightlong sweaty sex... my inflamed imagination painting lasciviously graphic images on the canvas of my mind...

But his constant stall and lurch was putting a damper to my mood, and after a half-dozen jolts, I had had enough... wiggling my ass slightly forward, I wrapped my arms around his waist, the cold hardness of his chunky belt buckle pressed tight against my clasped hands!

Over the next two odd kilometres he kept tapping the brake randomly, before equally suddenly pulling ahead... making me repeatedly slam against his back, my crotch skidding forward, flush against the small of his back... my hands slipping with each jerk. And then, getting tugged way back as he let up and we lurched ahead, my finger fierce as they grabbed whatever they could to remain on the saddle!

Slightly annoyed, but equally determined not to allow him to fuck up my mood with his stupid antics, I kept my calm, letting my mind float and flit, lazily meandering between those various salacious images of boundless passion... though my happy musing, the smooth flow of imagery, repeatedly disrupted by sudden, strange thoughts...

Wispy tendrils of dubiety confounding my utterly benumbed brain even further as weird suggestions kept ideating themselves: where exactly did my hands wander during those lurchings and bumps? what did they encounter? what did my fingers touch and feel as I desperately groped and clutched to retain my perch?

Speculating about those cursory contacts and fleeting brushes over unmistakably pronounced excrescence...

Each time tugging my mind forcibly back to thoughts of my eagerly anticipated encounter... and yet, invariably managing to swerve right back to that perplexingly handful of warm, pliable bulk...

My sluggish brain constantly drifting -- oscillating like a ping-pong ball -- between those happier reflections of the bedroom, and the ponderous mentation of perceived gibbosity!

I didn't know if I was lost in a daze... or, had actually dozed off... suddenly sensing a comforting warmth against my front, my face... feeling the unmistakable twitch and flex of firm muscles... slowly becoming aware that we were no longer stalling or lurching... were actually cruising along smoothly!

Stirring myself I inferred it must be his warmth, his body heat - a nice, comforting feeling - almost smiling in somnolent languor. Sensing the powerful ripple of his muscles from beyond the combined layers of our clothing as he coaxed and guided the machine along...

Quickly realising that I was actually slumped against the guy's back, leaning heavily on him... my head resting on his shoulder... my arms tight around his waist... though the cold touch of steel was missing this time.

Gradually becoming conscious of a smell -- a faint fragrance with the lingering hint of heady musk -- no, not any deo or cologne, but that natural aroma of maleness. His scent!

Nuzzling the nape of his neck I buried my nose and took a deep whiff... filling my senses with his intoxicatingly masculine odour... musing about all the various gustatory and olfactory delights that lay hidden under those layers of clothings -- especially within those various sudorific folds and crevices... the steamy groin region -- when the lubricious wanderings of my stoned mind was rather rudely jolted out of its mesmeric reverie as the bike hit a rough patch, the fearsome shudder and wild bouncing fully awakening me!

I clung on as I got tossed around like a tiny boat caught up in the midst of a stormy sea... my hands once more slipping and sliding all over with each spine-jarring bump... my fingers groping, grabbing and clutching at whatever they could...

And once we had crossed over, the horrifying couple minutes of flip-flop was done... once I was firmly back on my seat... like the sun tears away dark clouds to burst forth, realisation, cutting through the jumbled clutter of uncertainties and conjecture, struck me like a bolt of lightening flash, dissipating all ignorance, sweeping away all confusions...

The Truth blazing at me with shuddering clarity!

There could be no further scope of doubt, or debate: that handful of warm, pulsing lump under my palm, the unmistakable bulk under my clasping fingers, was indeed his package!

It wasn't any trick being played by my mind: the manly manhood in my grasp was as real as the fierce throb of my own, suddenly very alive, cock!

With a tiny bit of embarrassment, and oodles of wonderous amazement, I reluctantly relinquished my hold and pulled away my hands... marvelling at the sheer magnitude of that voluminous bulge!

Still stunned, but equally keen on investigating further, I suddenly noticed that we were no longer in those quiet, upper crust residential areas, those posher neighbourhoods... nor were we in the swish market area that the street passed through... but were driving down a rather run down part of town that I didn't even recognise...

Hemmed in by ramshackle tenements and tumble-down shacks, the poorly lit road was a terrifying mess -- the asphalt, for most part, uneven and patchy, with large sections peeled off... pockmarked with potholes of various dimensions!

I wondered why we were taking this strange route instead of the one I was familiar with -- I mean, true, I was new here and barely knew the city (and all its roads)... but I had been to her place a couple times earlier too, and was sure this wasn't the road the taxi-cab guys took!

"Where are we?" I asked, "I don't know this area..."

"Shortcut..." he answered - short and curt.

I wanted to challenge his assertion, demand that he take me via the... but alas, right on cue, we hit a pothole... my sentence remaining unfinished as I got tossed up, blasted into orbit once more!

No, it wasn't exactly a large crater, nor a particularly deep one either... but it was abrupt and sharp -- the bike teetering violently as it shuddered and jounced, the suspensions recoiling furiously as the bike plunged in. It genuinely felt like I'd been launched high up in the air, though, I guess, in reality it must have only been a couple inches!

And as we clambered out of the rut, my grip faltered... my hands flailing as I reached to grab onto something, anything, so as not to fall off the bike... and once I landed back on the seat after the final bump, my hands too found their bearing, grabbing on hard!

Taking a deep breath, and fully awake now, I quickly realised a few things:

  The guy's ass was off the seat, he was kinda standing, his feet on the footpegs! -- so, he knew... had anticipated... or, probably, drove over the pothole on purpose!

  Since he was off his seat, my hands were not around his waist, but between his thighs, grabbing at his crotch... literally holding onto his family jewels!

  And, unlike during the earlier bumps, the contact this time (between my hands and his crotch) had been forceful, and prolonged - distinctly feeling that pliant bulk, the pulsating heat... sensing the heft!

As we passed over and he sat down, I quickly pulled away my hands... gingerly holding onto his waist instead as we bumped along the desolate road.

True, I had relinquished my hold, but I couldn't tear away my enamoured senses from what I had just held in my hands... had palpated...

Realising for the second time, within minutes, that the guy was simply ginormous - hung like a horse!

There was awe, and there was amazement... but also a sudden rush of renewed disbelief... eager to snoop further, reassure myself if my assumption was right...

Would I truly, at long last, get to live my dream? Had I finally lucked out?!

Bidding decorum a fond good-bye, throwing all caution to the wild winds, I slowly reached forth with my right hand and let it slip between his thighs...

    They say curiosity got the cat... well, I got exactly what I deserved.

"If you're done with your expedition to my crotch, finished with investigating my privates, can I have my cock back?"

His question, and that spine-tingling voice took me by surprise, lost as I was in my exhilarating exploration between his thighs, caught totally off-guard... and I literally jumped as I quickly pulled away my hand.

"It's not just weird, you know, but also awkward, having someone grope around your groin, prod and probe your penis while you're trying to negotiate the road at night!"

Shamefaced, I remained silent... my heart thumping wildly as I wondered: what next?

Would he accost me, confront me... or, just dump me on the roadside and drive off?

Looking around as I mulled over my options... suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings -- we were no longer in that shanty part of town, but were driving through the Ridge... and I knew this area well!

As already mentioned earlier: I was new here, in this city... that I was loving it...

Well, my 'love' wasn't for the big-city advantages, or conveniences... or, the thriving nightlife - for I too come from a big city with all of it!

Neither was it restricted to the clean, broad tree-lined avenues, and the gorgeous parks - lush green oasis in the midst of concrete!

Nor was it about being on my own - finally away from having someone constantly breath down my neck... that ceaseless 'supervision', micromanaging my life!

What I loved... what fascinated me, bewitched me... was the half dozen urban forests that dotted the cityscape - a veritable jungle of wild growth!

Not outside the city limits, or along the periphery, but interspersed right amidst the urban sprawl, right within the concrete conglomerate!

[There were another haif-dozen, even larger 'forests', just outside the city proper!]

You might be driving down a busy locality one moment, and suddenly find yourself in a green tunnel with no buildings or habitation anywhere in sight... the hullabaloo of the teeming millions abruptly replaced by the mellifluous melody of Nature... only to emerge back into the swelter of the city once you had passed through!

While most of these forests were moderately dense, a few were more heavily wooded with a thick carpet of undergrowth... each filled with the usual furries and scurries: every manner of bird, squirrels, hare, porcupine, civets, and monkeys... even an ocassional peacock or nilgai (blue bulls)... blackbucks and leopards abounding in the larger ones along the outskirts!

And though a few had a road cutting through, most were strictly no-vehicle zones... with only well laid pathways, or winding dirt tracks meandering under the startlingly green canopy!

And as I pondered about how to get back home from this forlorn desolation if he did indeed dump me, all of a sudden he swerved the bike off the road, right into the woods... riding along a narrow pathway for a couple minutes before stopping... turning off the engine!

I groaned silently, mulling my options...

"So, pretty boy..." he looked over his shoulder, those full lips curled in a crooked grin as he drawled, "just wanna grope from over the trousers or wanna take it out and look at the real thing, huh?

"Look and feel..." I giggled drunkenly, suddenly past all fear, beyond all care... too far gone to bother about propriety, or even basic decency - shocking myself!

Was it really the litchee martinis and pot... or, was it plain desire -- simply horny, in the grip of slutty, mindless lust?

He let out a laugh, asking me to get off...

And as I stood on wobbly feet -- high and horny, with a wildly pattering heart -- hands limp, body slack, uncertain... he dismounted... putting the bike on the centerstand before turning around... reaching over, undoing and taking off my helmet, eyeing me from head to foot...

I too stared back, feeling my pulse race and my heart skip random beats... my raging cock throbbing and pulsing in my boxers, the front of my form-fitting cotton cargo brazenly tented.

We were well within the bright arc of the street lights... sufficiently well illuminated under the dappled shadows of the foliage; could clearly see each other... and also, be seen by any passersby who'd care to squint beyond the screen of verdure.

"Are you always dogging around, huh?" he asked, one hand covering my crotch front, feeling my arousal... laughing.

"Uh-uh..." I shook my head, letting out a lusty groan as he squeezed my package, "Ah... never found one this huge before!"

He laughed, his eyes twinkling, the fat lips curled in a smirk, "Want it?"

The pernicious tentacles of intemperance having permeated every grain of my very being, I nodded, swaying my hips shamelessly, rubbing myself against his palm!

Releasing my privates he quickly pulled up my t-shirt... softly whistling as he saw my naked torso - smooth and satiny soft, my russet boy-tits engorged with lust... a faint, barely discernable, dusting of treasure trail crawling from under my navel into the waistband of my boxers...

And as I lowered my chin, holding the bunched up tee... leaving the shirt he tweaked both my nipples, making me groan.

"Take off your pants, show me what you've got..." he ordered huskily, signalling with his head.

T-shirt under my chin, I quickly undid the belt buckle and lowering the zipper pushed my cargo and boxers past my buttocks... wiggling my ass as I let go, the pair of clothing dropping down.

"That's one helluva piece of meat you've got there yourself!" he laughed again as he saw my turgid member - thick and tall - pulsing like a marathon runner pants at the finish line... the low dangling balls swaying with my movement like a bell in the belfry!

I remained silent... wondering if it would once more end with me fucking his manly ass...

"Turn around..." he jerked his head.

I did... a bit clumsy in my effort, restricted by the garments around my ankle.

I heard the sharp intake of breath... and then felt his hands on my butt - palm flat against my smooth globes, fingers stretched... gently feeling... caressing... before digging in his digits, squeezing my plump buttocks.

"Bend over..." I heard him command, sensing his thumbs slip between the cheeks... and as I leaned forward, he tugged them apart... prying them open, peeking in!

I heard him let out a lecherous sigh, and felt him touch me - a thumb tip rubbing over, circling my tightly clenched opening... round and round... before gently nudging at it, pressing down, making me instictively push back at him, moaning lustily!

"Get up!" he said leaving my butt

And as I stood back up and faced him, placing both hands on my shoulders he pushed me down, "Take it out... and let's see what all you can do!"

After years and years of desiring... fantasising... and searching, I was now about to see the cock of my dreams... one that I had been wanting and waiting for... unveil the monster that I had touched and felt... feast my eyes upon it!

Dropping down on my haunches I reached up... undoing the chunky buckle... unbuttoning and unzipping his fly... hooking my fingers in the waistband and tugging...

He wiggled his hip slightly, aiding me... and as I tugged lower, his pubes coming to view... reaching in he lifted his package, pulling it up and out, letting it flop down... leaving it to hang over the waistband of his lowered boxers.

Honest, my eyes saucered... my heart popping up in my throat!

Like the rest of him, his genitals too were magnificently large... and I had never seen anything like it before, staring on in awe and amazement!

It was obvious that he was aroused, though not erect yet... his flaccid penis, all nice and spongy, almost as fat as my own erect cock... nearly as long!

And as I went on looking, entranced, he pulled up his t-shirt, exposing more to my hungry eyes...

The flat, firm abdomen was matted with dark hair... seamlessly merging into his lush pubes -- a profusion of long, unruly curls covering the whole crotch region... crawling up the healthy length of his corpulent shaft... and even his dangling sac!

Having only seen meticulously pruned, impeccably groomed pubes, (and a few completely shaved), the sight of his natural, luxuriant, untamed bush was captivating!

And his humongous schlong (there is simply no other word to describe that thing between his legs!*) emergining from that heavy undergrowth, like a python, lay recumbent upon the fleshy, low hanging pouch encasing his heavy pair of plum sized orchis...

The whole package like an object of great desire, and reverence... sorely tempted to bow my head and offer my unfeigned obeisance at the altar of his magnificent manhood!

And as I sat there in the woods, mesmerised and becharmed -- sharp grass tips and fallen twigs poking at my bare buttocks -- my senses overloaded with the sight and the smell... I felt his hand behind my head, gently nudging me forward.

The spell broken, with a grateful sigh I reached up with both my hands, grabbing his massive, visibly pulsing manhood... instantly sensing the impossible heat, and heft... feeling the shaft flex and pulse in my grip, rapidly hardening as blood gushed in, filling the capillaries.

I nuzzled close, burying my face in his crotch... rubbing my nose all over his man-parts, through his luxuriant bush, along the musty groin... inhaling deeply... continuously purring as I blabbered incoherent nothings while adoring his majestic maleness...

Urgently squeezing the engorged shaft, pulling the leathery foreskin back and lashing out with my tongue... giggling as his hips responded with a ferocious jerk... lifting it high and licking the underside from tip to fat base, kissing in thanksgiving, gurgling with joy!

My head was swimming as I pulled back, and lowering his phallus lurnged forward, my mouth open wide... moaning as the swollen, bulbous cock-head forced its way past my lips... stretching them thin, pushing my jaws further apart!

Everything going a bit blurry from that point onwards... a series of fuzzy, disjointed snapshots -- lashing tongue and noisy slobbering... gagging, retching and spluttering... flying spittle and dribbling saliva... aching jaws and screaming lungs -- as I gorged on his manhood like a famished vagrant!

And of course, that headily masculine aroma of his steamy pubes soaked in persperation, the fumes trapped under layers of garment all day long as he ferried passengers!

The overpowering scent had hit me the moment I lowered his pants and he pulled out the package -- fermented musk of maleness, steeped in must -- and now it filled my every pore, sending a maddening rush coursing through my entire being... making me shudder, setting my cock twitching and flexing with impossibly sinful desires...

I don't know how long I sat there on the forest floor bobbing my head... both hands firmly wrapped around the throbbing length, my fingers barely able to encircle the girth... my muffled groans and stiffled moans mingling with the susurrous breeze of the night as it rustled through the foliage... when I felt him tug at my shoulders...

"Get up," I heard him command huskily, standing me up and turning me around, instructing, "Bend over the bike..."

Through a numbing haze I remember leaning forward, resting my elbows on the seat... obediently spreading my legs and sticking my ass up at him.

"You carry lube?" he asked patting my rump.

I let out a grunt shaking my head, and felt him grab my buttocks...

His touch was urgent, almost rough with rapacity -- fondling and caressing the smooth mounds, kneading and squeezing the plump cheeks... running his fingers along the deep hairless cleft, from tailbone to testicles... the digits slipping and sliding into the crevice, blindly seeking out my opening...

Then he was crouching, down on his haunches, tugging my butt apart... exposing my anus to his view...

Immediately feeling the cool air lick into my moist fold... gently flowing through the valley of my parted cleft, over my pouting little butt hole... heightening my already unbearable arousal even further.

And as I moaned, I felt his hot breath wash over my anus... followed by the wet lash of his tongue!

God, I groaned, nearly driven me out of my stoned mind... lifting up high on my toes, pushing my ass into his face... whimpering as he swirled his tongue tip over my twitching pucker... his hands, the thumbs, still holding my cheeks spread apart, his fingertips digging in, clawing at my soft, smooth buns...

My whole body, slumped over the bike seat, shook and shuddered... my hips rhythmically swaying as my ass bucked, moving up and down in time with the swipe of his tongue lapping along the groove... feeling him repeatedly stab at my tiny little hole, making it pulse and push out with hunger!

Somewhere along the way I heard a distant chuckle, "You've got all three fingers down to the first knuckle! Want the whole fist, huh?"

I whimpered in reply, pushing my ass back at him, tightening the rectal muscles, squeezing his probing digits... and instantly felt his sharp teeth scrape my taut left bun as he nibbled my butt cheek.

And then his mouth was gone... his hands limning along the sinuous lines of my undulating buttocks instead... reaching up one moment, and then under... circling around, groping -- touching and kneading, fondling and stroking -- making me moan out my urgent need... my desperate desire to be penetrated... be fucked!

"Think you can take it, huh?" I heard him ask, a hoarse grunt close to my ear, as he nudged me with that bloated tip

"Make me take it..." I groaned back through clenched teeth.

And then he was entering me... oh well, attempting to enter me... cock in hand, prodding and poking at my butt hole... trying to force that thick monstrosity inside me!

I heard the shrill yowls and the puppy yelps... the quivery grunts and growls... soon realising through a numbing fog that it was me making all those weird sounds... whimpering as I tried to open up and allow him in... accept him...

And then he was rocking his hips... already inside me, fucking me... his hands holding my hips, his pelvis unfaltering as he sent his gigantic flesh rod tearing in and out of my snug sleeve... stretching the tight ring wider than I had ever imagined possible!

Repeatedly slamming in, setting my stomach churning in turmoil... and then pulling out, tugging at my gut, intent on disembowelling me just after he had filled me with his enormous bulk!

Oh, it was harrowing, and it was exhilarating... a torturous delight enwrapped in agonisingly joyous exuberance!

Excruciatingly pleasurable!

My mind flitting in and out... moving back and forth... suddenly remembering my senior from school, recollecting his groans and whimpers. Realising why I was so popular with the guys... why self-proclaimed 'tops' offered up their ass at the very sight of my penis.

Finally understanding the thrill behind their writhing, and bucking... comprehending their joyous wails and agonised sobs.

Body slack, and shoulders slumped, my head drooped low as I gasped for air... I couldn't seem to focus, dwell on the past... my ravaged innards raw and rebellious as the overworked membranes flexed with seditious vengeance... squeezing and tugging at the marauding penis invading my bottom... splitting me apart... churning up my stomach.

And as I blinked my eyes open I saw my dangling package under me -- flaccid, but still large -- hanging heavy between my splayed thighs, swinging around... to and fro, and round and round... oscillating in perfect sync with the rhythmic sway of my body rocked by each mighty slam of the man's pelvis powering the cock pillaging my ass.

And beyond my dangling genitals I caught glimpses of his heavy balls, swaying seductively as he fucked me... rapping my nuts as he tugged out, and then swinging away as he shove in!

Like a couple of pendulums... hypnotic... soporific!

Suddenly becoming aware that he was grunting urgently, "Yeah, baby, yeah... squeeze that hot ass of yours... yeah, harder..."

Opening my eyes I noticed that he had slipped one hand under me, between my thighs... was holding me... jerking me off!

I was hard again... my rigid cock hurting as it throbbed and flexed in his tight grip... quickly realising with surprise that I was on the verge... my stomach muscles furious as they flexed... my thighs and calves taut... my heart slamming... the night suddenly exploding in a blinding dazzle of light -- like a meteor strike -- a blazing ball of fire!

"Yeah, baby... yeah," I heard his faint phonation in the far diatance, "let go, shoot that load!"

By the time I regained my bearings, he was slamming like a rutting bull, lifting my feet right off the ground with each thrust, ripping into me like he'd split me in two!

And then I felt the heat -- a scalding, scorching, fiery heat -- molten and fluid... gushing out and flooding my innards... filling me to the brim... soothing my sore ass... travelling through my veins, seeping into every little pore... completing me!

We remained joint for a very long time -- like a dog and his bitch once they've tied -- his depleted monstrosity, still grotesquely capacious even after his massive orgasm, trapped in my viciously snug, lusciously moist flesh sleeve... held firmly in place by my fiercely tight sphincter...

Sensing it flex and twitch, the regular contractions still powerful... my pillaged rectum, the ravaged anal membranes responding by quivering around his buried shaft... undulating as it rolled up and down along his entire length...

Startled by the sudden, tearing pain as he wrenched out his cock... his liquid load instantly gushing out in torrents, rolling down my thighs in a sticky trail...

"You live alone, huh?" I heard him ask... and opening my eyes found myself parked in front of my apartment building!

"Yes," I nodded, wondering how we got there.

"Want me to come over?" he offered.

I sighed, nodding.

The next thing I remember is standing in my room... both naked... the man's chest, forearms and legs covered by that same dark hair that cloaked his abdomen and genitals... the cock seeming even larger under the bright light!

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked, his hand caressing my buttocks.

I pointed at the door.

"I'll need a shower if I have to fuck you all night!" he grinned heading for the door, "Wanna join me?"

I shook my head plonking down on the bed.

I could use a shower... I should... but felt drained, wanting to lie down first...

Then, everything is fuzzy after that.

I don't remember if, or when, I dozed off... I don't remember when he got out... or, what all happened that night...

But I do recall seeing his face between my spread thighs... licking and lapping... making me squirm with joy...

Recollect waking up as he shoved in... startled when he unleashed his sizzling seed deep in my gut...

I remember staring up at him, my legs thrown over his broad shoulders, his hip like a jackhammer powering his manhood in and out of my ravaged rectum...

I remember sitting on his lap, bouncing up and down... pushed against the wall, my ass sticking out as he pounded me...

I remember lying face down with him on top... going in deep with each brutal thrust, fucking the living daylight out of me!

And I remember the smell -- a miasma of mind-warping odor -- the masculine scent of his warm semen... seeping and overflowing... oozing out of every pore, like I was sweating out his cum!