Gay Erotic Stories

I had been working out very hard for a few months and it was definitely beginning to pay off. It wasn’t as if I had ever really let myself go – I was in pretty good shape to begin with, but I was determined to get leaner. I started playing basketball again and hit the weights harder than before. Slowly but surely, the washboard stomach had returned, as had the “cups” that accentuated my bubble butt. Well into my 40’s, my body looked better than ever. I was never a gym bunny, but over the years, I had done some steady weight training and carried about 15 to 20 pounds more muscle in the upper body than I had 20 years earlier. I was still slender at 6-3 / 185, but I wasn’t skinny anymore.

Graced by good genes, I looked much younger than my age. I had a full head of brown hair and not a wrinkle on my face. However, age had taken a toll on my flexibility and all this working out left me stiff and sore. I may not have looked my age, but sometimes, I felt it. Today was one of those times and I was looking to do something about it. I scanned the classifieds of the local gay newspaper in search of a masseur. I knew some of these guys were more an escort than a massage therapist, but I wanted a massage, not just a hand job, so I limited my choice to those who advertised as licensed or certified therapists.

There were several attractive ads, but one really caught my eye – “Cute, young, hung Eurasian C.M.T., 5-11/155, offers deep tissue, sensual massage in the nude. Relax in my private Jacuzzi, then let me stretch you out on my table – Hiroshi.” I gave him a call – he had a deep masculine voice and a slight accent. We set up an appointment at his place for early that evening.

When I arrived, I was pleased by what I saw when Hiroshi greeted me at the door. He was a strikingly handsome young man in his 20’s, with short dark hair, piercing eyes and a perfect smile. He welcomed me inside and as he led the way, I took the opportunity to admire his body. He was wearing well-worn jeans and a form fitting tank top. He had a small waist, probably 28 or 29 inches, and narrow hips. His arms and shoulders were nicely developed but not out of proportion for his slender frame. As he walked, I did all I could do not to stare at his fine butt. When we reached the large master bedroom, he pointed to a chair and said, “You can undress and leave your clothes here.” He left for just a few moments and returned with a couple of bottles of water.

While I slid my briefs to the floor and tossed them on top of my other clothes, Hiroshi began to undress. First, he dropped his jeans revealing the most beautifully smooth, tan thighs I’ve ever seen. His legs were not thick, but they were perfectly shaped and very muscular and tight. Next he pulled the tank top over his head. His chest was well defined and smooth, but not overdone. My eyes drifted downward to his narrow waist and rippling abdominals and then, to his briefs. The massive bulge that stretched the thin white cloth made it apparent that at least one part of his anatomy was way out of proportion. I was transfixed by it as he slid his thumbs under the elastic band and slowly removed that last obstruction. I was careful not to stare, but I couldn’t help but admire his long, unusually thick uncut cock that must have been 8 inches limp.

“Come with me,” Hiroshi insisted. He led me past the French doors onto the covered patio that was situated outside the bedroom. He bent over to remove the cover that shielded a large sunk-in hot tub. It took some will power to resist the urge to bury my face in his sculpted, tight ass right then and there. Hiroshi dipped his foot into the steaming water, then lowered himself fully into the water. “It’s hot, but not too hot. Come on in,” he said invitingly. I tiptoed my way into the tub and sat facing my cute, young host. Hiroshi asked me to extend my legs towards him, and I complied. He began by massaging my feet under the water -- it felt great.

Then Hiroshi slid over and sat up on the higher of a two-tiered ledge that was built into one of the four walls of the Jacuzzi. The water now only barely covered him up to his waist, and steam was rising off his body. “Come sit over here,” he insisted as he motioned for me to sit in front of him with my back to him. I did as he told me and immediately felt his strong hands grip my shoulders. He worked on my neck and shoulders for about five glorious minutes, and then he came off the perch behind me and positioned himself in the water kneeling in front of me.

“Lean back,” he commanded. He lifted my left leg out of the water and gently bent it back towards my chest. Next, he extended my calf and let it drape over his right shoulder. In this position he had me pinned me against the wall of the tub as he leaned into me, stretching my leg and buttocks. His right hand pressed firmly against my hamstrings while his left massaged my groin area without touching my dick, which was now starting to get hard. Next, he lifted my right leg and pressed it gently back against my chest. He draped my right leg over his left shoulder. I extended my arms behind me along the higher ledge to keep from slipping under water. At this moment, Hiroshi had me in a most vulnerable position, with my legs draped over his shoulders. I felt his thumbs massaging the tender area between my balls and hole. He leaned forward and kissed me playfully on the lips. His chest pressed firmly against the back of my legs. His hands massaged my buns -- his thumbs slid along the crack probing teasingly at my exposed butt hole. I was definitely getting aroused and I’m sure he knew it.

All of a sudden, Hiroshi’s hands gripped my waist and he lifted me out of the water. I was startled by his strength. I came to rest on the upper ledge and Hiroshi quickly climbed out of the water. He took my hand and led me to the doorway where he handed me a towel. He dried himself off with his back towards me, but as he bent over to work on his legs and feet, I could see his enormous dick arching gently outward between his legs. It was close to 10 inches long and about two inches thick. It wasn’t limp, but it wasn’t anywhere near hard yet. When he finished drying himself off, he turned and led me into the bedroom. He offered me some water and I gladly accepted. After we had each downed most of the contents, Hiroshi pointed me to his massage table. “Lie face down,” he instructed. I climbed up on the table and tried to find a comfortable position in the face cradle. At that point, I didn’t know if it was the Jacuzzi or something else, but I was beginning to feel a bit flushed and very relaxed. Hiroshi began by massaging my upper back and shoulders. “How is that pressure?” he asked.

His strokes were deep and firm, but not painful. I suddenly felt so relaxed – numb almost, that I wasn’t sure I could move or speak, but I managed to reply, “Feels great.”

His strong hands worked my lower back and upper buttocks for a while. Then Hiroshi moved to the foot of the table to work on my legs. He carefully placed my feet out past the edge of the table, spreading my legs out wider. He began on the calves and worked his way up to my thighs. His hands kneaded the back of my thighs and slid teasingly over my butt cheeks for several minutes. Eventually, he got to working over my buns with deeper strokes. At first, he used smooth, firm strokes to relax my muscles. Gradually, he began spreading my cheeks with his fingertips and raking his thumbs up and down my crack. It felt so hot that I began fantasizing about getting fucked by his monster cock. I raised my hips slightly to meet his probing hands. He raked his thumbs firmly along my crack, getting hung up momentarily as they probed my hole. By now I was feeling so numb that I really didn’t feel like I could move. I heard Hiroshi ask if it felt good. I figured he knew how good it felt but I tried to answer. However, I was feeling a bit groggy and all I could do was grunt a barely audible, “Uh-huh”.

Hiroshi must have known from my muffled response that I was now very compliant. I felt some light pressure being applied to my lower back. Unbeknownst to me, Hiroshi was tightening a strap around my lower back. Next, some leather straps were engaged around my ankles and wrists. As he was securing my arms, I finally became aware of what was happening. I felt as though I should resist, but I couldn’t seem to move a muscle. When Hiroshi had finished with the wrist restraints, he came around to the head of the table and forcefully turned my head to the side. His magnificent dick, now semi-hard, was staring me in the face. It arched majestically outward from his chiseled body.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. I tried to protest, but before I could make a sound, Hiroshi slipped the head of his dick between my lips. The head was over two inches in diameter and still partly covered by foreskin. Taking full advantage of opportunity offered by my open mouth, Hiroshi quickly thrust his hips forward, feeding me about three inches of his thick shaft. I felt the head swell and harden in my mouth as he slid it back and forth past my lips and over my tongue. “Suck that dick,” he ordered as he methodically began to fuck my face.

By now, whatever had put me into a state of total relaxation was beginning to wear off just a bit. I tried to move, but the restraints were too tight. Hiroshi noticed my attempt. “You don’t want to go anywhere,” Hiroshi assured me, “you came here to service my huge cock, didn’t you?” His hands gripped my head as he slipped his massive pole a little deeper into my throat. I’ve deep throated a few monsters before, but Hiroshi was more than I could manage. I fought back the gag reflex as he face-fucked me at a slow, steady pace. On each stroke, he withdrew until I could feel the hard ridge of his knob tugging outward against my lips. Then he buried about 8 inches of thick, hard cock into my mouth. To my amazement, I could still see that 5 or 6 inches remained. The sight of his two huge balls dangling in his shaved low-hanging sac was definitely arousing.

With half his dick deep inside my mouth, Hiroshi carefully moved around toward the front of the table, forcing me to crank my head back as far as possible. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed, as he pressed a cotton ball soaked with poppers under my nose. “Again,” he ordered. I took an extra deep breath and felt that familiar warm rush take effect almost immediately.

Slowly, Hiroshi slid the massive shaft further into my mouth. At this point, it wasn’t simply a matter of the depth of penetration. Somehow, my throat had opened up to accommodate more of his length. But as he neared the end of his thrust, my jaws were stretched by his girth. He was well over two inches in diameter at the base of his rod. He began to rock his hips back and forth, carefully withdrawing only an inch or two, then driving it back as far as my tightly packed lips would allow. “Take some more of that huge dick,” he urged me.

He stuck the poppers back in my nostrils. I was feeling very warm. My head was reeling from the amyl nitrate and the stress of taking his big cock down my throat. He started thrusting harder and deeper. He was literally raping my mouth, but instead of resisting, I found myself straining to take it in all the way. Hiroshi kept pumping it deeper until finally, I could feel his hard groin thumping against my lips. His huge balls swung forward and slapped against my cheek. “Fuck, yeah!” he snarled triumphantly. He had succeeded in forcing his massive piston all the way in, and now he wasted no time in pounding my face with short hard thrusts. Hiroshi roughly gripped my hair with one hand and the back of my head with the other. He was in complete control. “You love having this fat dick stuffed down your throat, don’t you?” he asserted, knowing I was in no position to disagree. He slowed his tempo and began to lengthen his thrusts to about 9 or 10 inches per stroke. When he hit bottom, he pulled my head towards his groin to accentuate the pounding sensation. I could only grunt as his massive fuck pole slid past my lips, stretching them to the max. He was using my mouth and deep throat for his pleasure, fucking my face like it was a hot, wet pussy. Gradually, he picked up the pace, literally throwing my head against his rock hard groin as he bottomed out. His huge shaved ball sac swung upward slapping my cheek with each thrust.

“Take my load, bitch!” he shouted as he continued to pound away at my face. I could feel his thick shaft pulsating as he climaxed. “Fuck, yeah!” Hiroshi cried, as he ground his short, jet-black pubic hairs hard into my face. “Swallow my cum!” Thick gobs of warm liquid oozed down my throat as his massive nuts released their hot seed. When the last of his spasms was over, Hiroshi pulled back slowly until only the massive mushroom head remained inside. He slowly pumped his thick rod, squeezing one more simmering eruption from deep inside his shaft. “Taste that sweet spunk, bitch-boy,” he ordered, as he dragged the oozing tip of his monster across my tongue. The huge knob tugged my tired lips outward as it retreated from my mouth. I could still taste the salty sweetness of his cum on my tongue. My aching jaws were finally able to relax.

I was exhausted and momentarily relieved, but Hiroshi was far from done. He came around behind me, climbed up on the table and went to work. His hands skillfully massaged my upper legs and buttocks for several minutes. His fingertips slid between my thighs and relentlessly worked their way up to my ass, spreading my butt cheeks as he pleased. I was fearful of his intentions, but it felt so good. While his fingertips pried me apart forcefully, his thumbs gently massaged the tender area at the base of my scrotum. Gradually, whatever resistance I had mustered was beginning to fade. My outrage at being imprisoned was giving way to the pleasure of his touch. I felt my cock swell to full hardness. Hiroshi removed the strap that had been tightened about my waist. With that restraint finally gone, I raised my hips off the table to relieve the pressure on my now aching hard-on. Hiroshi took immediate advantage of my shift in position. With one hand, he reached below me to grab my hard cock. With the other, he slipped a firm, thick cushion underneath me. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed now. My legs were spread and bound and my ass was propped up on the cushion. Hiroshi had me in perfect position for deep fucking.

“You’re my fuck toy, now,” Hiroshi said confidently. At this point, I knew he was getting me ready for breeding, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Truthfully, I didn’t want to stop him. I didn’t know if I could take his monster, but I wanted him to fuck me. He gripped my hips tightly and pulled my butt several inches off the table. His left hand slipped underneath me and gripped my 9-inch cock firmly near the base of the shaft. His right hand slapped my ass cheeks hard. He slid his fingertips along my crack and reinserted his thumb. This time he slipped it all the way inside and pressed hard against the top of my sphincter. He was literally prying me open, but the pressure caused me to raise my ass further forward and off the table.

“Yeah, spread that hot ass for me, “ Hiroshi ordered. “I’m gonna breed it like a pussy,” he bragged. He got off the table and began spanking my upraised buns. It was both painful and exhilarating at the same time. He spanked my buns hard until they were glowing red, then he grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them with both hands as he came around to the head of the table once again. He stuck his semi-hard cock in my face. “Suck my dick,” he insisted. “Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your brains out.” I raised my head and slowly placed my lips upon his mushroom head. Immediately, he drove it inside. He was leaning forward, still playing with my upraised butt cheeks as he began to plow my face again. I could feel his enormous cock grow bigger and harder with each stroke.

“Suck that big snake,” Hiroshi commanded, as he slid about half of his monster past my lips. “I’m just getting hard,” he observed, and he was right. It was getting thicker and harder with every thrust. It may have been the fear factor – knowing he was soon going to split me open with it -- but his dick seemed even larger now than when he had fucked my face earlier. As his cock filled my straining mouth and throat, I felt his probing fingers slip into my asshole. He began loosening me up. First one finger from each hand, then two digits tugged and circled insistently around the tight ring of muscle that protected my butt.

“Your hole is tight; just the way I like it,” he assured me. “You just keep sucking on my fuck tool, getting it good and ready.” He stuck the nitrate soaked cotton ball in my nostrils again. “Breathe deeply,” he instructed me. This time, he left the cotton ball on the cradle just below my nose. The fumes were overpowering, and I was reeling from the rush. Hiroshi went back to work on my ass. He had three fingers from each hand probing inside me now. He was prying me open from both ends -- his thick, hard meat packing my lips and his strong fingers stretching my ass. Dizzy from the poppers, my sphincter started to lose its resolve. I felt the cool night air seep inside me as my hole opened up to his insistent pressure.

“That’s better,” he observed. “Your asshole is just begging for some cock, now. But your mouth feels so good. Yeah, your hot lips need cock, too – suck me, bitch.” He slid his massive pole further into my obedient mouth. His fingers continued to probe deeply into my upraised butt, stretching my defenseless hole. Physically, there was nothing I could do to stop him if I wanted to, but all I could think about now was getting fucked. I wanted to know how his huge cock would feel plowing deep inside my ass.

Hiroshi withdrew his dick from my mouth and his fingers from my ass. He began stroking himself with both hands. He was still standing inches from my face. His two lemon-sized balls hung teasingly close. He moved in tighter, pressing them lightly against my lips. I willingly opened my mouth and licked them. “Oh yeah, you want it now, don’t you?” he observed. “Suck my balls,” he insisted, as he pressed closer. I parted my lips as wide as possible so that Hiroshi could insert one of the orbs into my hot wet mouth. I gently sucked on it for a while, then he pulled it out and inserted the other. “Suck those fat nuts. Get ‘em real hot, so I can drop a nice load in that tight ass of yours!” he commanded. I obediently sucked on his nuts as he deliberately stroked his terrifyingly long and thick shaft.

Hiroshi pulled away, freeing his huge orb from my hungry mouth. He stuck the tip of his cock against my open mouth and tongue. It was hard as a rock, nearly as big as a tennis ball and just oozing with sweet precum. “Tastes good, huh?” he asked. He grabbed the base of his dick and swung it gently at my face, hitting first my lips, then my cheek as he moved in a bit closer. He slapped my face with his huge fuck tool. “You love my big dick, don’t you?” he asked. “You’re gonna love it even more when I breed you with it. Oh yeah, by the time I finish seeding your ass, you’ll be in heaven.”

With that, he climbed up behind me and slid his massive meat between my butt cheeks. “You have a nice ass,” he declared. “We’re gonna have some fun now.” Immediately, his skilled hands went to work. His fingertips massaged my inner thighs worked their way up. Soon, they forced apart my ass cheeks. “Come on now, bitch – spread those buns, you know you want it,” he exhorted me, as he moved into position. I could feel his thick meat pressing hard against my exposed crack. By now I was so hot for it that I found myself instinctively raising my ass to match his pressure. “That’s it bitch,” he chortled. “Your ass is just beggin’ to get fucked,” he observed. He slid his cock back and forth along my crack; then directed it at the target. I could feel the head of his massive rod pressing against my cock-hungry hole. He pushed the knob partway in -- just enough to lock it in place. His hands gripped my waist and pulled my hips further off the table.

I didn’t resist. I let him pull me up, and I felt a jolt of pain as his huge knob impaled me just a bit more. He slipped another cushion underneath me. Now, he had my ass raised about eight inches off the table, and the head of his cock was lodged barely inside my hole. It hurt. The pressure was intense as his thick meat stretched my aching hole. He withdrew for a moment, easing my pain.

“Take another deep breath,” Hiroshi instructed. He held the open bottle of poppers up to my nose. “Again,” he insisted after he moved the bottle to the other nostril. He spilled more onto the cotton ball and set it right under my nose. I felt his hands gripping my ass cheeks as his thumbs worked their way into my hole. I was feeling very flushed. There was no pain as his thumbs pried me open bit by bit. No sooner were the thumbs removed than I felt a jolt as his knob slipped past my sphincter. His girth was stretching me more than I had ever been stretched – and he was only in a few inches. I felt steady pain, but also exhilaration at the thought of his huge cock snaking its way inside me.

“Relax…. breathe,” he said firmly. I took another deep breath. The poppers were making me dizzy, but they helped me relax. I felt my sphincter open up as Hiroshi slid another few inches into me. “Keep breathing,” he instructed, and I did as he suggested. I felt his hands -- one sliding between my legs to grab my balls, the other reaching around for my cock. It felt so good to have my aching cock stroked. Without pulling out, he squirted some more lube on his monster and spread it over his long shaft. I raised my ass a couple of inches to allow him better access to my dick, but Hiroshi took that as a signal to go deeper.

“That’s it, bring that hot ass up to me,” Hiroshi insisted. “You want more of this cock, don’t you bitch? I’ll give you all the cock you need.” His hands locked onto my hips as he drove his huge rod into me. As he did, he pulled my ass back to meet his thrusts. This time I resisted the tug on my hips. “Don’t fight it,” he ordered. “You know you want it, bitch”, he continued. “Just relax and enjoy it, because I’m gonna fuck you deep and hard until I’m ready to seed you.” I could feel him already deep inside me, stretching my limits. It still hurt, but the pain was fading a bit. He began plowing my ass now with long slow strokes. “I know this is what you came here for,” he asserted, as he drove steadily deeper into me.

I didn’t respond. His thick cock felt better and better as my tight hole relaxed. Hiroshi lengthened his stokes even more, removing his knob on each withdrawal, then plowing his way back inside. The hard rim of his mushroom head was playing my sphincter like a harp. When he pulled out completely, he squirted more lube over the head of his cock before reentering more deeply. It was starting to feel so good – the pain was almost gone.

“I’m only halfway in, now,” he informed me. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. This time, he expected an answer. “Well, do you?” he repeated the question.

“No, I don’t want you to stop” I answered. “You love having my huge cock up your ass, don’t you?” he asked.

I grunted a barely audible “Uh-huh,” in agreement.

“Say it!” he shouted.

“Yes,“ I replied meekly.

Hiroshi leaned forward. I could feel his hot breath on my ear. “Yes what, pussy boy,” Hiroshi challenged me.

“Yes, I love having your huge cock in my ass,” I confessed.

“Then you’d better beg me or I’ll pull out now,” He warned.

“Please don’t pull out, Hiroshi,” I pleaded. “I want you to pound my ass. I want you to breed me.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Hiroshi beamed. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you all night, bitch.” Slowly, Hiroshi pulled out from inside me. I could feel the tissues being pulled outward as his meaty knob slipped out. He squirted some more lube on the head and along the entire length and stroked his rock hard tool. “Now, give it up. Give me your hot little ass,” he demanded as he pressed the knob against my hole.

I raised my ass back toward him as far as I could and pushed out on my sphincter to swallow the head of his monster cock. Instantly, Hiroshi slid 8 or 9 inches of his thick tool into me.

“Take another hit,” he instructed. He placed the bottle of poppers under each nostril. I took several deep breaths. The girth of his cock was stretching my ass walls to the limit. I needed to relax. “That’s it, breathe it in real deep,” he exhorted as he slid another few inches inside me. I took another hit of the poppers. Hiroshi’s free hand stroked my cock. It felt so good I thought I might come, but Hiroshi’s hand slid down to gently grasp my balls as he settled into a rhythm of steady, measured penetration. I could feel my ass open up to him, accepting his thick tool more and more easily as he kept drilling me.

“Your ass is starting to relax,” he noted. “It feels good now, doesn’t it?” I just grunted in approval as his enormous fuck tool began to work magic inside me. Over and over for what seemed like an hour, Hiroshi would pull back to the head, then fill my hole with 9 or 10 inches of his cock. “You came here wanting to get your ass plowed, didn’t you?” he observed.

Fuuuck, yeah,” I moaned uncontrollably. My body quivered from the pleasure his massive tool was giving me. I’m not sure what I hoped for when I answered his ad, but this exceeded anything I could have imagined. I had never felt so completely possessed – so completely fulfilled as I did now with his huge fuck pole slamming into me.

“You’re my bitch, now,” he said. “I’m using your manhole like a warm, wet pussy.” He reached forward and unbuckled the straps that restrained my hands. I’m sure he knew the thought of escaping never entered my mind. Instead, I reached underneath and felt his shaft as it slid into my hole. When he reached the end of his stroke, he stopped. “Play with my balls,” he demanded. I strained to reach further back up to the base of his giant pole, astonished to realize there were 3 or 4 more inches of meat still to go. I thought he had been in me to the hilt. Even with my long arms, I could barely reach his balls with my outstretched fingertips. Hiroshi unbuckled the ankle restraints. I rose up with my knees tucked forward underneath me, my head and shoulders braced against the table and ass raised high. I was Hiroshi’s fuck toy now and he knew it. “That’s it, bitch,” he beamed. “Raise that sweet hole up for me so I can plow your ass deeper.” Slowly, Hiroshi pressed another couple of inches into me. I fumbled around to find the poppers, and quickly took another few hits. Once again, Hiroshi began to drill me in rhythm. This time, the strokes were shorter and deeper. On each stroke, he pulled out only a few inches, and then buried about 11 inches of his hot tool inside me. “Play with my balls,” Hiroshi repeated the command.

This time I was able to reach his low-hanging balls more easily as he plowed me with shorter, deeper penetrations. I cupped them in my hand. My fingertips massaged the sensitive skin leading from his balls to his crack. Hiroshi took this as an invitation to move in closer. Gradually, using short firm strokes, he worked his thick rod all the way inside me until I felt his balls lying atop mine. The depth of his penetration caused some serious discomfort. He held that position for several moments to ease the pain. I could feel my insides gradually stretching to accommodate the massive invader. Slowly, Hiroshi began to work it in and out again. At first, his strokes were short and firm, but not too rough. The pain turned to pleasure once again, and Hiroshi sensed it. He picked up the pace and fucked me relentlessly and I found myself fucking him back. When he bottomed out, his hard groin pummeled my ass cheeks. His balls swung forward and bounced against mine. His pubic hairs ground against me as I pushed back as hard as I could to meet his pressure. It felt like heaven, just as he had predicted it would. I started stroking my cock. Hiroshi picked up more speed, and his strokes grew longer and harder. I began to moan more loudly as each thrust of his piston rocked my entire body to the core.

“You love my cock inside you, don’t you?” he asked, knowing full well the answer. “You want me to pound your ass hard, don’t you bitch? Tell me that’s what you want, boy.”

“Omigod…Fuck, yeah,” I moaned. “Pound my ass. Fuck me, Hiroshi.”

He locked onto my hips with both hands and pulled hard to slam my ass back to meet each thrust. “Fuck -- your ass feels so good,” he screamed. I was his completely his to do as he pleased now. Hiroshi was pulling and pushing me back and forth like a rag doll, breeding me with his massive fuck tool – using me for his pleasure. “I’m gonna come,” he announced. “You want to feel my cream inside you, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah… breed me,” I begged him.

Hiroshi’s hips pummeled me repeatedly. With each impact, my ass bounced off his hard groin, only to be pulled right back onto his enormous pole. He impaled me with one savage thrust after another. “Fuck, yeah…I’m gonna shoot.” He drove his tool in to the hilt and ground his groin against me. The pulsating base of his shaft stretched my hole to the max.

“Uhh, Uhh, Uhh…. Hiroshi…fuck yes,” I cried, as I erupted in the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. I could feel the contractions of his throbbing cock as he released his load inside me for what seemed like a full minute. His body collapsed on top of mine. I felt paralyzed, or at least numb, as we lay there for several minutes. Finally, I felt Hiroshi begin to stir as he lay atop me. He pulled a plastic bottle from a pouch hanging from the side of the table.

“Let me clean you up a bit,” he said softly, as he poured some of the liquid onto a hand towel. Before I realized what was happening, the towel was pulled around my face from behind. There was a noxious smell. I tried not to breathe, but Hiroshi pinned me down and held the cloth tight against my face.

To be continued….