his cock was extraordinarily thick and stubby, and his hand choked his manhood perfectly with only the big head extending over the fist as he slowly jacked himself. He looked deeply into my eyes as he told me he wanted for me to teach him everything that I had done with all the others in my prior sexual activity life. He said it aloud, that he was hot for my body and that he wanted me badly, sexually, in all ways. Yea, I knew this and the feeling was mutual! But I do not think he knew quite all that he was asking for. Next step.

There was just one thing more that I wanted to teach him while we had this private time but he had no idea that I was in teaching mode as I positioned him on his back and crawled between his legs to do oral service, pausing occasionally to ask him “You like that?” He was almost blithering in his responses by the time I eased down to his butt and started a soft tongue-flicking rim. I was not sure that I was going to be able to hold him down but he also seemed almost afraid to move since he was probably afraid I might stop. He was incoherent in his pleasurable moaning. I wet my fingers, and inserted one at a time and by the third finger, he had fully relaxed the muscle and he actually seemed to be pulling the fingers up and inside of him, rhythmically. Quickly, I pulled out, to hear him give a short little gasp and a little sigh of disappointment, but I quickly positioned my cock at the entrance to his now moistened ass and pushed. He screamed with instant recognition of what I was doing, “Oh no, please don’t do that.” But I was not able to stop and not able to determine if he really wanted me to stop or not. The train was speeding ahead.

I pushed my way in, sliding purposefully until my big dick was in all the way to the hilt. He was whimpering softly now, “Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me.” I held my now steel hard prick in place for several minutes, throbbing it intentionally, and Chris did not move. He was making whimpering noises, almost crying, but it was tough for me to tell if it were pain or pleasure. Somehow it seemed that he was pulling me even deeper inside of him as though I were filling a vacuum that desperately needed to be filled, an incredible magnetic hold for us both. When he stopped his little whimpers, his voice turned heavy in its masculinity as he started asking for it “Oh yea, Give me more”, and I could tell just how much he really wanted it too as I started a slow fucking, talking to him all the while softly telling him what a nice fuck he was and telling him and teaching him how to move to please me completely. I never stopped a low hum of commentary. His ass muscle movements, his contractions, his rocking with me were in perfect synchronization with my strokes. It was an incredible fuck. I recognized that he was either a closeted professional bottom or a natural fuck and had to conclude that he was a natural, after only a few strokes. What a fkn-fan-tastic-fuck!

The stud literally pulled my cum