Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2021 19:15:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Getting Fucked by Marshall Please support and donate any amount to nifty, to be a part of good change in the LGBT community. All the best to you and all. Terry As the semester continued at a tortoise pace, and my business degree was taking forever, the classes and tests were running together. It seems as if it was a benevolent nightmare I'd never escape from. The energy drinks were helpful. No doubt about that. Yet my only reprieve was Marshall. He was a complete stud, easily 6'4 and a good 240 pounds of muscle. While he didn't want a relationship, he was a wonderful friends with benefit and stress reliever. It was finally the weekend again. My roommate would be out of town as usual, so I did what Marshall wanted me to. As his bitch I was glad to please him. It took more time than I thought, but I waxed my pubes, ass, and long legs. Being 6'3 and lithe I had room to cover, but this along with wearing small shorts with no underwear on felt good. I liked how the leather felt on my penis and testicles, and I was excited about my friend coming over to have his way. He never disappointed, and I also painted my finger and toe nails red, wearing red lipstick to be feminized properly. A dollar stores women's perfume smelled like whore juice, and after showing and cleaning up, I even put on the long blonde wig he had requested. At first I felt rather strange, but as my lips looked thicker being bright red, I smiled knowing soon I'd please my man. He had a gigantic penis, was a great kisser, and really knew how to wiggle his hips and pound me in ways that I haven't experienced since. Starting out with some vodka drinks, I sat on the couch, watching tv and the clock. Marshall was running a little late, but he had football practice, and that could interfere with our sexual rendezvous on occasion. Yet I knew this meant he'd be even more aggressive, and as that knock finally happened, this was intensity of the highest order. Barely did a word her exchanged between us. There had been barely any boozing. Instead he sat next to me on the couch, gently rubbing my soft velvety calves, and kissing me with more chemistry than the periodic table of elements. I moaned. His hands on my shaved pubes made md extra hard. It was if my penis got a new lift, as without realizing it I was on my knees. Sucking him up with all of his clothes on, eventually I got the stubborn khaki pants off. My hands went into his underwear. Oh yes that eight inches of thickness was ready, and my mouth dribbling his precum confirmed what I knew. He was enjoying my going up and down on his manhood, moaning and his smile growing much larger. His cock was like a charged fire extinguisher, but I wanted his contents in my rear end if possible. I kept turning my hand around his dick as I sucked him like a Hoover vacuum, knowing full well that he better use all of the lube. No words can describe it. Watching my feet on his shoulders, and his big manhood penetrating me was a huge turn on. I could smell his manly hormones and cologne mixing in with my flowery notes. That dagger of a cock breached me, and Marshall smirked, as he kept going further in my ass. We kissed as I watched his big penis, and although it hurt. I wasn't going to waste his DNA. As he pushed on with reckless perfection, I could feel his balls tighten up as the mood started to get much, finally allowing him to orgasm induce.