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Going to a Club

My name is Mark, and I have always liked to grow my hair to be a bit long. It is shiny, and most girls at my school envy it. I had thus developed the habit of taking excellent care of it.

Men couple laying on the bed being intimate
My ass burned from the intense ass pounding he gave me and I enjoyed it!

It was quite helpful in getting girls. I had just turned twenty-one, and I decided that it was right for me to taste my first beer. My parents were quite strict, which made me hold back on my first beer until I was old enough. I had been to the same spot many times, but I never took any beer.

Most of the time, I would buy a fruit drink and hit the dance floor. However, on this day, I went straight to the counter and pulled out a chair. I ordered a single beer and began sipping on it slowly. By the third beer, I was starting to get tipsy. It was at this point that a man I had seen a number of times around the club joined me. We began talking heartily like old friends. However, I noticed that he would hold his gaze a bit too long. He seemed to be peering into my eyes as if searching for something. However, I brushed it aside since I was having such a good time getting drunk. After my fifth beer, I decided I had had enough. I wanted to call a cab but realized that my phone’s battery had died out.

The Touching Begins

I borrowed the phone of the guy, who had now seemingly become an old friend. Stuart obliged and gave me his phone to call someone. However, the only person I knew turned out to be too busy and told me he would arrive in about two hours. I had just recently separated with my girlfriend, so that was not an option. As the music got louder, I noticed Stuart seemed to lean over closer too much when he wanted to say something. Later on, I noticed his knee kept hitting against my leg.

It was at this point that I noticed something peculiar. His hands seemed to be all over my thigh. I was drunk, and I was feeling good. Besides that, I had become curious as to his intentions and so I played along. At this point, his hand began to move higher up my thigh at one point touching my balls. I felt a bit of stirring there, but it passed later on.

Later on, when he suggested that we go over to his place, I offered little resistance. We had both kind silently agreed that we knew what was going to happen. It was at that point I notice the bartender had a wide grin on his face. Apparently, he had been observing us all night. However, I was not worried at all at that point. I was feeling tired, and at the very least I needed a place to crash for the night.

Getting to Stuart’s House

On the way to Stuart’s house, I took a bottle of water, and the alcohol subsided a bit. We began talking, and he began to explain to me that he was gay. At that point, I already knew that he was, but I went along with it anyway. He informed me that when we got to his place he intended to have sex with me. I feigned resistance but told him we would speak about it when we got there.

However, I could feel my heart beginning to pound hard. I had always been curious about that kind of penetration, and I would wonder how it could be like although I had never actualized my desires. As the alcohol subsided, I cracked open a window and let the cool breeze hit my face. Finally, we arrived at his street, and he informed me we were almost home. At that point, he reached out with one hand, placed it on me, and began caressing me.

Due to my curiosity and the intensity with which he seemed to want me, I let him proceed.

I decided to ask him about his size, and he told me it was barely above six inches. He also told me he had a lot of experience, which I found rather reassuring. At least, I would be in safe hands in my first gay sex experience. When we got to his driveway, we did not get out of the car immediately. He unzipped my pants and began caressing by balls slowly. I did not know how to respond so, I sat there and let him do it. Soon, his fingers had gone a bit further, and I could feel him grab my ass chicks.

Going to His Bedroom

When he got out of the car, he led me into his bathroom and began to caress me gently. It was a feeling of both excitement and fear since I did not know what to expect. When I looked down, I knew I was in trouble. I saw that he was quite hung although he was only half erect. He took one of my hands, placed it on his giant wood splitter, and told me to caress it. I obliged and soon he was hard. He then turned me around right there in the bathroom and began caressing me. After a few failed attempts to penetrate, he reached out for some lube on a shelf and applied a generous amount of it on his hard cock. He then proceeded to slide up my ass albeit with a lot of difficulties.

The initial pain blinded me temporarily. I could not believe how huge it felt. I tried to moan, but all I could manage was a whimper as veins popped out all over my face. However, he did not appear bothered by it. He bumped my ass chicks gently at first and then with increased intensity.

The slapping sound that he made as he dicked me was the only sound I could hear. Soon, I had him let out a satisfied groan, and he pulled out. I took a shower and then lay on his bed as my ass burned from the intense ass pounding I had just received. That was the last time I heard of him. It was the only time that I received such an ass pounding; I have not tried it since.

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