When I was a little boy my mom would drop me at the library downtown. I posted previously about meeting Jack in the basement men’s room of the public library downtown where I grew up after seeing a note in the graffiti on the stalls. He was a giant of a man, tall and muscular but stocky, with oil slicked hair. Over the next few days he taught me how to help him piss, jack him off, and start to learn to s*** his c***. After being nearly caught several times, Jack asked me to come to his house to play where it would be more comfortable and safer.

Things escalated once he started bringing me to his home. We were able to get naked there and lie on the bed – much better than the limited things we could do in a bathroom stall. It was a lot more intimate as well, with more petting and cuddling, which I loved. I continued to get better at sucking his c***, but he also taught me how to rim his a**. We sort of 69’d as well, and lying on top of him to s*** his c*** was amazing, especially when he began to eat and finger my a** while he fucked my mouth from below. We had discussed him f****** me, but he knew his large c*** wouldn’t fit inside my little hole. Over the next few days we continued to play and he gradually taught me to take a finger f******, then two fingers, while I sucked. I loved being connected with this huge guy, feeling his c*** throb in my mouth and also spurt his big loads of c** inside me.

After I was able to take two fingers in my hole pretty easily, he introduced me to his friend Robert. Robert was older than Jack, shorter, bald, with a salt and pepper goatee. He also had a much smaller c*** than Jack. Robert taught me to take c*** in the a**, r****** and f******** my a****** while I sucked Jack’s c***. While he was concerned with how young I was, he knew it was better if a man with a smaller endowment opened me up. He was slow and careful, used a great deal of lube, and very gently fucked his smaller c*** into my hole – then was very patient in gently f****** my hole open until I was completely relaxed. Jack was thrilled to see his c*** rocking in and out of my a******, even crawling underneath me to watch my hole being fucked while I sucked his c***. I was amazed feeling it it slide in and out, and also feeling him thicken and pulse when he squirted his load into me. Jack fucked me next, since I was open. I still had trouble taking his much larger c*** but he got inside. I lost the use of my arms and legs after being fucked – Jack’s larger c*** exhausted me, but I loved it even more than Robert’s.

My a****** was pretty sore the next day, but since it was the weekend it didn’t matter. Robert had warned me to look for blood and to stuff toilet paper into my crack to prevent anyone noticing – but there was none. I was pretty sore that Saturday all day, a non so gentle reminder of the f****** I’d received the day before under Jack and Robert. By Sunday the soreness had mostly faded and I did nothing except think of Jack and being with him again. I thought of little else except being filled with Jack’s big c*** and tasting his thick loads of c**.

By Monday, I was wired to get back to the library. When Mom dropped me off I just stood there and waited for Jack. I was thrilled when he almost immediately drove up, head hanging out the window and saying “Little buddy! Come on!” I hopped into his truck and he immediately pulled me over to hug me tightly, growling and making me laugh. He asked if I was hungry – I always was – so we drove through a drive through and ate in his truck as we drove to his house. As soon as we got into his house I immediately began stripping and just dropping my clothes as I headed to the bedroom. Jack barked and laughed at me and called me crazy.

I was naked and standing on the bed by the time he caught up with me, shaking his head and laughing. He grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug, pretending to bite me. “Sure did think about you the last couple days” he said, and I just wrapped myself around him, inhaling his smell. I wanted him naked too, so I began tugging at this shirt. He finally extricated himself from me and stripped and joined me on the bed to cuddle and chat. He asked me if I was ok because he worried about me being in pain after the f****** from Robert, but more from him because his c*** was so much larger. I told him I was pretty sore the next day, but didn’t feel it much anymore.

He asked to look at my a****** for himself, and put me on all fours to get behind me and look. He spread my a** cheeks apart and “hmmm’d,” suddenly pressing his face into my crack and licking my hole, making me squeal. He lay back again next to me and said everything looked and tasted ok – then stuck his tongue out at me. On impulse I leaned toward him and sucked on his tongue, causing him to snort and laugh, then kiss me. It was the first time we’d done this, and I melted. He crawled on top of me and contniued to kiss my lips, eventually slipping a little tongue into me. I was lost in bliss, only aware of his mouth on mine, and his weight pressing me into the bed, and very aware of his c*** swelling between us.

“Want to help me, little bud?” he asked as he finally rolled off, nodding toward his now rock hard c***. He guided me into the now familiar 69 position, holding me in place on his belly and chest so my mouth could envelop his c***. It didn’t take long for me to settle into a rhythm, enjoying his grunts and moans after two days away from him. He began to lick and s*** my hole also, making me quiver all over. The room filled with the sloppy sounds of sucking of moaning. I protested a little when he began working a finger into my hole. He asked me if I wanted to stop, but I declined with a muffled “no,” unwilling to let go of his c***. He snickered and continued working on my a******

Suddenly he twisted in the bed to roll me off of him, and his c*** popped out of my mouth with a wet slurping c***, making him snicker. He told me to hold still and he got off the bed to retrieve the bottle of lube Robert had used on me Friday while opening my a****** for his c***. He shook the bottle and asked me if it was ok if he tried to f*** me, and I grinned and laughed, saying yes! He told me to just lie on the bed on my belly, then push my legs about as wide as they would go, then told me I looked like a big ol bullfrog, causing us both to crack up. He settled on the bed to one side and squirted the lube onto my hole.

The next while was spent with him gently f******** lube into my hole, at first one at at time then working two into me. Soon the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of me, and the feeling of being spread out again were making me grunt and moan. He reminded me that I should tell him if anything hurt and I nodded. He continued to work lube into my hole, sometimes pulling my a** cheeks further apart to study my hole. Then he scooted around so that his c*** was in reach of my face and I immediately began to s*** on it, and he matched the strokes of my sucking with the strokes of his finger f****** until they were in sync. I felt my hole getting looser as I relaxed and concentrated on his c***.

“I’ve got to get in the pretty a** now, little bud, ok?” he asked, and pulled my c*** out of my mouth. I said ok, and he re-positioned himself over me, keeping me on my belly. One of his arms was propped near my head as he settled over me from behind, and I felt him prop the head of his rigid cockhead against my a******. He didn’t push in at all once, but fucked his c*** against my hole…letting it loosen naturally. I stiffened and gasped when the head of c*** breached my hole and he stopped, asking me if I wanted him to pull it out. I said no, so he continued to rock against my hole, his c*** sliding in a bit at a time, and him pulling out immediately before sliding back in again – a little deeper each time. While there was no real pain, exactly, the pressure was driving me nuts…I remember wrapping both hands around his muscular forearm while he worked his fat c*** into my hole, while he grunted and moaned above me.

Soon enough his c*** was fully buried in my hole, his thick black bush tickling my a**. He told me I had it all inside me, breathing heavily. It felt like my hole was stretched around his c*** like a tight rubber band. He lowered his weight onto me and began pulling out before pushing back inside, f****** me slowly but never removing his c*** completely. I was lost to everything except the feeling of his c*** and his weight on me. He always paused once completely buried, and I felt his thick c*** throbbing in my guts. After awhile my hole finally gave up trying to squeeze him and relaxed – my body went limp as well, like a rag doll.

Now that i was used to the penetration, he picked up the pace, f****** harder and faster, sometimes so much so that his fat c*** popped out of my hole with an audible sucking noise before he pushed back inside me. Once I was fully open, he raised up off of me, and then picked up my waist to put me onto my knees. He slid back into me with one long push, then began to f*** hard for awhile, often pulling his c*** out and comment about how open my hole was and how happy it made him. I was drunk on the f****** and could only smile and nod.

He said he was getting close but wanted to look at my face, so rolled me over onto my back. He held each of my legs against my chest while he merely pointed his rigid c*** against my hole and pushed into me. I loved being underneath him, watching his facial expressions while he fucked me, my hole no longer offering him any resistance. He threw his head back and moaned, grimacing, and grinding his bush against my a****** when I felt his fat c*** thicken even more, then lowered his eyes to look at me while his c*** began to pulse. I whimpered feeling his c*** spurt his c** into me deeply, it felt like my whole body was being filled with him. He collapsed on me, and for a few moments I was completely covered in him, connected by the bridge of his twitching c*** as it softened. He gasped when he finally was soft enough for my a****** to push him out of me.

He rolled off me and then pulled me up against him to nap a little. We didn’t speak, and I was only aware of his breathing, wrapped up in his arms in his bed, his wet c*** trapped between us, and my wet sloppy a****** contracting and relaxing it as it recovered from his f******. I drifted off knowing I belonged to him, full of his c**, and wrapped up safety in his embrace.

More soon…

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