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The Last Time I Raped a Man
by Orangebinder
We got to his place and started with the sex right away. Even before our clothes were off he was feeling me up and his mouth was on mine. He pulled out his dick, I started sucking him. We were on the bed half in, half out of our clothes when I realized he had gotten really quiet. He had passed out and was dead to the world. He had had way too much to drink and was out like a light. I didn’t know what to do. I got off the bed, tucked in my dick and shirt tail, zipped up and was about to leave when it occurred to me that this was an opportunity that may not come again. Here was a gorgeous man at my disposal to do anything I wanted without any hesitation or refusal; my own life-sized sex toy to play with. Granted, he would also be completely non-responsive but you can’t have everything.
I threw off my clothes. My dick was hard with anticipation. I stripped him. It took a while as he was dead weight and not cooperative. I had to peel his tight jeans off his butt and legs. I stretched him out on his back. He was absolutely gorgeous. His smooth flawless skin was the color of dark chocolate and I wanted to eat, or at least lick, every square inch of him. His thighs were thick with muscles, his waist and hips very narrow, his stomach flat and rippled his pecs large and round dotted with pointy nipples. His soft cock was thick and veined. His balls were large and nestled in their patch of springy black fur. I fondled him. He didn’t respond. I pinched his nipples. Nothing. I pinched them hard. Nothing. I pressed in with my fingernails. Nothing. I kissed his lips. Nothing. I licked his lips. Nothing. I licked his eyes and his cheeks. Nothing. I spit and drooled on his forehead and licked it all over his face. I explored the inside of his mouth with my tongue and my fingers. I examined his body. I rubbed my dick against his arm, his side, his stomach, whatever, as I worked my way down his body. I sucked on his balls rolling them around in my mouth. I straddled him and rubbed my dick and balls all over his face humping him. I rolled him onto his stomach, making sure his head was turned to the side so he could breathe. His back was as gorgeous as his front--firm, muscled, smooth, and hard, like chocolate waiting to be licked, chewed, and eaten. His ass cheeks were proud and round. They rode high and firm. I laid my hands on them, pulled them apart separating them, and felt their firm resistance. I climbed on top of him and dry humped his ass a bit with my hard dick riding his ass crevice. If I had kept it up long, I would have shot. I was getting a little overheated and wanted to cool down before cumming.
I don’t know what he had in mind for me when he invited me home but I got the impression that he was pretty much all top – he was expecting me to suck him and he was planning to fuck my ass. Not that I had anything against either of those activities but now that he was passed out neither was going to happen. Little did he know that he was the one who was going to get his butt hole pounded that night. Before I left I filled his butt with cum three times. His asshole was sloppy wet and overflowing when I finished with him.
I got both of his pillows under him so that his ass was up in the air. It would make fucking him easier. I spread his legs apart, then his cheeks and got my first close look at his rosebud. It was beautiful. It was tight and pink and begging to be stretched wide. I tentatively touched his puckered hole with the tip of my tongue. It was warm and soft. I moved my tongue around, tentatively exploring his nether regions; again, warm, and soft but still very firm. He had a sprinkling of hair around his asshole which normally doesn’t bother me but his was really wiry and started to annoy me. I found a razor and carefully cleaned up around his hole until he was smooth as a baby. It was just around his hole so nobody would ever know unless he bent over and spread his cheeks. It would also be a tangible mark that he would know I had been there and had gotten to know his ass real well during his absence. [Twenty years later another guy passed out on me and I shaved his cock and balls as smooth as they day he was born. I’d love to know what his reaction was when he woke up but that’s another story.]
I licked some more, drilling my tongue deeper into his honey pot. His tightness relaxed and he opened up pretty quickly. I bored deeper and deeper until my face was buried in his butt cleavage and wet from my own spit. It was time. I spit on my own dick, positioned it over his open hole, and gently pushed in. I slipped in without the least resistance. It was hot and tight on my dick. Clinging to me and squeezing me. I rested for a few seconds, pressing my body against his. I licked his face. My hands ran over his body feeling its massive hardness. Then I started fucking in earnest. Long slow steady strokes to begin with. In out, in out. The tempo picked up and the strokes shorted in length. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold back and I shot. I froze while my balls pumped out their sticky contents into his asshole. The poor sperm frantically looking for an egg to fertilize would only find shit. I, on the other hand, had found heaven. Shooting so early didn’t really bother me. Being just 21, I knew I was good for at least two more good cums within the hour, probably without even getting soft in between. I left my dick in his butt while the spasms and post-cum sensitivity diminished. I wasn’t in any rush to leave.
I pulled my dick out, or rather slid out of him. I would have licked and sucked his asshole clean but I wanted him to know the tangible results of being fucked up the ass. I was still hard. I slipped off his back and lay beside him. I wiped my slimy dick off on his thigh and hip. I kissed his lips, sucked on his nose, and licked his eyes. I pressed my body against his. I felt his strong arms and thick biceps. I moved around behind him. I reached under him between his legs and pulled his soft dick and balls out from under him. I sucked on his balls and his cock. I got them all in my mouth. I worked on his balls, sucking them, pulling them, and chewing on them. I knew that tomorrow he would know they had been worked over. They wouldn’t hurt but they would be sore. I wanted him to know I had had my way with his body.
It was time to cum again. I remounted him and fucked him a second time; harder and longer. I went deeper because this time my cock had some streaks of shit when I pulled out. I wiped off my slimy cock on his other thigh and hip. The mixture of cum, ass juice, and shit would dry and he would know what it was. He would shit globs of sticky gooey cum and would know he had been fucked good. He would know that I had marked his body as my territory and made it mine, if for only one night. He would remember me even if he had no memory of me.
Then with my still bloated dick hanging out in front of me, I started exploring his small studio apartment. I went through his drawers, his cabinets, and his shelves. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just to see what I would find out about him. In the bottom of his closet I found a stack of man porn along with a stiff jack-off rag. In a drawer I found a bag of pot and thought hard and long about smoking a joint but decided against it. I did drink a beer out of the fridge. It was oddly exciting to wander around a complete stranger’s apartment naked as a jaybird with him passed out on the bed. I could see his upturned ass and the cum leaking out of his stretched hole. He was one fucked dude. I jacked on my cock periodically and never went completely soft the whole time I was there. I was so turned on by what was happening.
Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and had to fuck him again. This time I rolled him back onto his back and started by kissing him long and hard. His lips would be sore tomorrow and he would see the hickies on his neck and shoulders. I licked his entire face, chest, arms, and pits. He tasted salty and it turned me on. I sucked on his dick some more while playing with his balls. He did stiffen a bit but didn’t actually get hard. It must have just been a reaction to the friction of being sucked. I sucked and chewed on his balls some more. They were low hangers that tasted so great. I would love to drink their sperm, but maybe another time.
I raised his thick muscled legs up exposing his well used asshole. I leaned my chest against his legs pushing them forward as I entered him for a third time. He was so sloppy wet I slipped right in. I pumped in long slow stokes and before I knew it I was ready to pop again. I help off as long as I could and then filled him for a third time with my cum. I waited until I started to deflate and slid out easily. I wanted to leave as much cum up his butt as possible. I turned him back onto his stomach, making sure his head was turned to the side, and left him there. I straddled him and wiped off my slimy dick on his broad muscular back. I got off him, dressed and left. I thought about leaving his door slightly ajar – the Y was such a gay haven he would have been fucked all night by his neighbors. But, I was too nice and closed the door tightly behind me.
I found the communal bathroom down the hall and cleaned up a bit before leaving. I ran into a guy in the john and I finally got fucked, bent over a toilet in one of the stalls. It was good but quick. I asked him about the guy in the apartment I just left and he said that the guy was strictly a top – he wouldn’t even allow anyone to touch his asshole much less fuck him--little did he know.
Then I went home and slept like a baby.
Orangebinder@yahoo.com
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