Gay porn story of tales of a horny man: 4
Kinky gay story: Hello everyone my name is Paikhomba; born and raised in the beautiful state of Manipur. I’m 30, already passed my quarter-life crisis, 6’4, quite fit and muscular; presently working in a bank in Australia, identify myself as GAY.
I already have quite a fair share of “relations” in my life, although it was mainly about lust than love. Well welcome to my journey. This is a series and I plan to share each and every detail of my sexual journey so far. So Enjoy.
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CHAPTER 4: CAN’T GET ENOUGH
Ever since the time I caught Sir Harsh jerking off to my shirtless picture and him banging my tight ass, we have been messing around whenever we got time. His quarter became my dorm, I slept there all the time.
JANUARY 2004
“Sir, I’m not sitting on that thing again,” I say as I glance over at my fuck-mate and drill instructor Harsh, a beautiful, fucking curly haired God with a beautiful fucking dick.
“Come on. You know you want to,” he taunts as he fists is thick cock.
“It doesn’t matter if I want to or not. We need to get going. I think twice last night was enough?”
I run around the room sifting through piles of laundry on the floor for my shirts and pants.
“One more. Come on, Paikhomba. Just one more time.”
“I’m going to be late for PE. Aren’t you the instructor? What are you still doing in the bed?”
I pull on my clothes as I speak. We have morning PE (physical education or workout) every morning from 5-6. He is the instructor who is in charge of the PE and he is still in bed with a raging hard on, begging me for another round.
“Babe…”
I freeze in place and turn to him.
“Oh no you don’t. Don’t “babe” me. I hate that shit.”
“You don’t mind me calling you that when I’m inside you.”
“That’s different and you know it!”
Damn it, He’s right. I love it when he calls me that.
“I want to be inside you, babe.”
“I said to stop that! We’re not boyfriends,” I point to him as I grab my ball cap and put it on.
“You mean we’re “not boyfriends” who fuck.” His white teeth flashing me.
I glance over at him again as I rush around trying to find my shoes.
“Quit stroking it, Sir.” I roll my eyes, but he knows that I fucking worship that thing.
“Why? Does it make you horny?” he asks with a devious grin.
“Idiot. Get some clothes on and get up. We are so late. Sometimes I feel more like your mother than your fuck-mate.”
“Babe.”
I freeze again. “Stop it.”
“Babe?”
“Stop it!”
“Bitch,” he says with a growl.
I froze. My spine tingles and my ass twitches. That fucker knows that gets me every time. I turn to look at him and his face is stern, his square jaw clenched. I swallow hard and then shook my head.
“No,” I said. “Nope, not going to happen.” And I go about getting my stuffs.
“I swear, just one more load in that perfect basketball player ass and I’ll leave you alone.”
“You’re incapable of leaving my “basketball player ass” alone. I think we both know that.”
“That’s because I love being inside you, Paikhomba.”
“Here, come sit on my bat,” he says as he grips his cock with both hands like he’s holding a bat. Yes, his cock is long enough to grip it with two hands and is way thicker at the base than the tip. That’s why I love bouncing on that fucker. It fills me the fuck up and it shoots like a fire hose.
“Sir, please stop trying to get in my pants for once!” I yell at him, frustrated. “You know if we are late to PE one more time (yes this isn’t the first time we are late) because you want to put just ‘one more load in my ass, we’ll be caught.”
“Come on. I need to release,” he smirks as he holds his cock straight up and lets it smack down on his abdomen. The smacking sound echoed in the room.
“You’re an idiot,” I reply with a roll of my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m an idiot with a big dick and I need that round butt right now.”
“Trust me. I know. Come on. If you don’t want someone coming to check on you for missing PE then you have to get the fuck out of bed. Come on!” I pick up some sweats off the floor and toss them to him which he lets fall on floor.
“Throw on some sweats and a hat and let’s go! You’re starting to really piss me off!” I tell him. I can feel my face turning red. I have a bad temper and he seems to set it off constantly. Many times I’ve wanted to punch him in the throat for such a dick. Well I couldn’t, considering his big frame and I don’t cross lines.
I found myself staring down at that fat cock as he strokes it faster.
“God, I’m so fucking hard,” he says in his best porn voice. He’s taunting me again.
“Sir… I am getting pissed. We’re going to be late.”
“My fucking cock is like steel,” he says. His eyes are closed, and he is running one hand over his granite abs as he strokes his hard, thick cock with the other.
“Sir…” I’m pissed but I can’t take my eyes off his body.
“Look at that fucker. It’s so big and thick. You make my dick hard, Paikhomba.”
I’m speechless.
“Remember how it feels inside you, Babe? You always tell me how big and thick it is in your ass? I fucking love your ass, babe. Big, thick, muscular, basketball player ass.” His voice is so low and sultry. His sexy white smile and those fucking dimples; I can’t.
Oh, I remember.
“You know how you press your hands down on my pecs while you bounce up and down on my cock?” he asked. “So fucking sexy, stud. Your triceps flexing, your muscled tensed, you hole clenched.”
What can I say? I like the leverage.
“You love my load shooting inside your beautiful, tight, bubble ass. You tell me every time,” he reminded me. He likes when I moan and groan, how my eyes roll back in my head as I gyrate my bubble butt on his cock.
I do tell him. I tell him to do it. I tell him I love it. He brings out that slutty girl I see in porn who squeals moans and tells him what a stud he is, what a hot cock he has.
“You love it when I fuck you. Don’t you?” he asks more like a statement. His voice is gruff, masculine.
I lick my lips as I stare at his cock that he keeps flipping up and down, the thump of its weight on his stomach is music to my ears.
“Don’t you?”
“I…” I stutter.
“Babe.”
Oh god. I love it when he calls me Babe; when we spoon after sex. He strokes my hair and kisses my thick, built neck. His big muscular body wrapped on my small frame; pressing me on his pecs trying to fit on his double bed.
“I…, I do,” I admit.
“You like it when I fuck your pussy? Your tight jock pussy,” he says stressing each word dominantly.
Oh fuck. He’s playing the pussy card. I know it’s the gayest thing in the world but I love it when he calls my hole a pussy. I felt safe and secure with him who is all man.
“Ah fuck, Harris.” He’s got me.
“Your pussy is so fucking amazing. Best basketball jock pussy I’ve ever had. Isn’t it?” He bits his bottom lip as he looks at me intensely, man handling his cock.
“Yeah. Yeah, I love you inside my… pussy,” I whisper submissively. He brings it out in me. I can’t say no to him. I just can’t.
“There you go, handsome. It’s a pussy. You’re a big strong man with a tight man-pussy just for me.”
“Sir…,” I say as if hypnotized. My heartbeat is thumping. I feel that feeling in my stomach that you get when you roll downhill on a rollercoaster. He’s reading my mind. I hate that he knows he can have my ass whenever he wants. I’m not used to that. I like to call the shots but with him, I’m just a weak, submissive, basketball player slut to bend to his will. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
He smiles. “I know, babe. I’m so lucky to get to fuck the hottest guy on the whole campus. I get to make love to the guy with the tightest, most muscular, smoothest ass. So lucky I get to room with you, babe. You’re my friend and my fuck-mate. Come back to bed. I want to get inside you.”
“Sir, why do you have this effect on me?” I proclaim as I shake my head, let my clothes fall to the floor and sit down on the bed.
He pulled me down and kissed me. I stretched my body out on top of him. His massive chest is grinding with my small pecs. I grind my semi-hard cock on his and I feel his hands grab handfuls of my ass and squeeze. He’s taking possession.
“Fuck. I have to sit on that thing,” I exclaimed excitedly.
“Climb aboard, babe. It’s all yours. And this, is mine,” he says as he slaps my ass while I lube up his cock. I straddle his large quads and find his cock. I slowly ease myself down.
“Ohhhhhh…fuucckk…. Feels so fucking good,” I moan with my eyes closed, head thrown back.
“I know. I will never get enough of this ass. Ride it, Paikhomba. Ride that cock.”
“Oh god yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Oh, fucking shit!” I yell out as he zeroes in on my button and he pushed it hard, “You’re so sexy. So fucking sexy,” he says as he holds on to my waist as I raise and lower myself slowly. His hands roam all over my body. I begin to jackhammer myself on his dick.
The small bed is creaking as our two bodies put the bed grinds together like no tomorrow. His cell phone rings. I reach down and pull it out of his bag.
“What are you doing?” as he moves his hips on my hole.
“Shhh…” I put a finger to his lips. “Harsh’s phone,” I answer the phone.
His eyes are wide, and his jaw dropped. He can’t believe I answered his phone while we fucked.
“Can you tell the teachers and students that Harsh is real sick?” I asked as he suddenly thrust up as hard as he could, his cock jamming deep up in my gut. The initial pains making me cry out loud in a loud guttural howl.
“Hear that? I think he’s in real pain,” I said with an evil sneer on my face.
I could hear the disappointing heavy sigh from the caller.
“Yeah, I think it must be food poisoning or something. Cool? Thanks.”
My face was white. He starts laughing after I hang up. I sneered at him, but I have to admit, that was sexy as shit, fucking me while answering a phone call. It turned me on. I lifted my body up and slammed myself down hard.
I tightened my hole. His eyes rolled back in his head. I started bouncing on my man’s cock, faster and faster, harder and harder.
“OH…ah…ah…ah…I CAN’T…Oh…BELIEVE YOU…fuck…JUST DID THAT,” he said as he tried to catch his breath during moans.
“When I want to fuck, nothing is going to stop me. Get used to that right now,” I stated forcefully as he slapped my pecs.
“I want load number three in my gut.” I demanded, still bouncing on his baseball bat cock.
“You’ll have it, babe.”
I bent forward and drive my tongue into his mouth. He kissed my ear as his dick invaded me suddenly, and his breath filled my neck as I gasped. One of his big hands came to my chin and my mouth, covering it so I wouldn’t make a sound as the other one found my hand on the bed and grabbed it. I felt the spark of his touch hit me as he sank his cock into me all the way in one slow push forward.
I moaned into his hand as his mouth clamped down on my neck and he started to fuck me without giving me a moment. It was a fast pace and he was in me deep, and I fucking loved it.
I squeezed his hand tightly as he started pounding me hard against the bed, and he released his hand from my mouth but placed it on my neck as his mouth remained near my ear.
“Jesus I love fucking you.” I heard him whisper into me.
I answered by leaning my head back and feeling his large fingers on my throat. His dick felt so thick in me, and I knew he wouldn’t last long. I grabbed my own cock and started pulling on it, wanting to cum with him.
Sir Harsh pulled me up backwards, still hanging onto my hand, so I was more upright as he fucked me from behind. He wrapped his arms around me while still gripping my fingers, humping up into me harder and quicker than before.
His clean-shaven face was beside mine, and his mouth was at my ear once again. “I’d fuck you every day if I could.” He groaned in my ear.
I let out a low moan. “I want you all the time too.”
He growled lowly at that and leaned back to fuck me with a new fury. The sudden sounds of his waist slapping into me filled the room. That notion, and the punching of his cock at my prostrate, started the juices flowing straight to my cock.
“Oh God.” I said quietly. “You’re making me cum!” I said it louder than I should have, but it just fuelled Sir Harsh.
He grabbed my shoulders and rammed into me hard again and again. “Jesus so am I.” And then with one hard slam, he grunted and held himself still. He grabbed my neck and shuddered as the first shot entered my ass.
I clamped my ass around his dick to shoot my own load at the same time, causing him to erupt in a breathless quiver as he started to unload more of his huge load in my ass.
A few more quick humps brought both of our loads out of us at the same time, until I collapsed forward onto the bed as Sir Harsh kept his cock embedded inside me, leaning over me as well.
“Jesus.” he moaned behind me. “I’d fuck you again right now if I could; I’m so not done with you.”
“Told you already! You are never done with my tight hole.”
He chuckled.
