The first time meeting Terrance was an experience I’ll never forget, and one I felt for days. My friend, Rodrick, turned me on to him, and for good reason. I liked Rodrick, and he knew I would like Terrance. Rodrick and Terrance were similar in many ways; both had a commanding, deep voice yet didn’t let much of anything bother them. Both men had lovely, smooth dark skin, slim athletic builds, and both men had hung thick cocks. When I tell you they knew how to use those cock too, I mean it. They were dominant, rough, and knew just how to use every inch. I loved it. Rodrick told me he “had a guy” he thought I might be interested in and gave me his phone number. Naturally, I called Terrance that night. He was over at the apartment before long and I set him up with a beer on the couch. Soon enough, we were talking.
“So, why’d you Call me over here? Rod told me to expect your call but I didn’t think it’d be so soon.” Terrance asked me.
“Rodrick told you I would call? I never told him I was calling you tonight.” I looked at Terrance’s lips, begging for a response.
“He knew you would, he knows how much of a slut you are, he must have known you were craving this dick.”
“What?” I choked on my drink.
“That’s why you called me over, isn’t it? You wanted some dick?” Terrance removed his sleeveless shirt, exposing his toned torso.
“I-Uh…” I stammered out in shock at being read so easily.
“Don’t worry, I got your dick right here.” Terrance massaged the massive bulge going down the leg of his grey sweatpants. “Rod told me where you keep the lube. Bend over the table and I’ll be right back.” Terrance nodded towards the coffee table at his feet and got up to fetch what he needed from the bathroom. I stood in place, frozen. Was I really being figured out so easily? Someone I just met knowing me inside and out? Pushed over so feebly in my own home?
Terrance was back before I could answer any of my own questions with a tub of Vaseline in his hand.
“You good? Why aren’t you over the table? Don’t you want this dick?” Terrance dropped his pants revealing a pulsing slab of meat, darker in tone than the rest of his body, veins bulging, beckoning for my lips, with a tight sack to match. He sat back down on the couch.
“Go ahead slut.” Rodrick motioned to the coffee table now directly in front of his member. I immediately obliged. “You didn’t have much lube left, and you’re gonna need it, so I grabbed this.” Terrance told me, placing the Vaseline next to my face on the coffee table. I looked at it sideways with my ear to the hardwood. Would this do the job?
“Go ahead and undress for me, I’ll lube up.” I watched over my shoulder as Terrance dug into the Vaseline, taking what looked to be a third of the container and slicking up his cock with it as I took off my shirt and lowered my jeans and underwear to my ankles.
“Mmm, yeah bitch. I love tons of lube. That ass won’t have a choice but to take this cock.” Terrance told me in a tone that made me believe that, even if there wasn’t lube involved, I’d be taking it all. He took some more Vaseline and pressed it against my hole, his burning warm hands melting it on touch. Terrance leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against my hole.
“You ready for this, bitch?” He asked me, ready to ramrod me with all 10 inches without even getting up from the couch.
“Should we stretch a bit first?” I pleaded for early mercy.
“Damn, I thought you could take it right off the bat. Rod told me how hungry you were.” Terrance leaned back. “Let’s warm that ass up, then.”
I sighed with relief until Terrance thrust two of his fingers in me, hilted right to the third knuckle. I squealed as my legs and upper body went lax in only what could have looked like me melting into the table.
“See? you’re fine, I knew you could take it.” Terrance spread his fingers inside me and twisted them around before taking them out, satisfied that I was ready for the real thing. Terrance leaned forward once more, positioning his dick for entry. In one swift motion, 3 inches were thrust inside me with a short grunt. I gasped and leaned forward, trying to eject some of his throbbing thick meat from my nether regions, but to no avail. Rodrick thrust himself forward, impaling me even further on his manhood.
“Don’t run from it, I wanna see you take it all.” Terrance stuffed as much as he could in me. I could feel him hitting a hard place in my guts.
“That’s it, it wont go any deeper, I can’t fit anymore!” I pleaded with him, hoping he would ease up with his butt beating, relentlessly trying to force the last four inches of his ten into me. Two inches in, two out, in a rhythmic pounding. His tight grip on my hips as well as his toned arms let me know that he did in fact mean what he said when he told me my hole didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Dont worry slut, I’ll give it to you.” Terrance said before sliding off the couch and onto his knees behind me, leaving his meat parked in me the whole time. He was tactically positioning himself for some type of leverage against my quivering hole.
“You ready slut? I told you that ass wasn’t getting a choice but to take it all.” Terrance placed his hands on my hips again, readying himself for the fight. He did not wait for a response from me, which affirmed my earlier suspicion. I tried to lean forward as far as the edge of the table would let me, but it was no use. Terrance took my hips and reeled me back on his thick meat, grunting as he prodded my guts, looking for any and every way he could get another inch squeezed in. My moans and pleads for release went unheard and I felt his cockhead slide into its destination, Terrance finally impaling me on all 10 inches of himself. My legs were flailing, my ankles beating into the floor on either side of his knees. Terrance panted and took a break with his balls pressed against my taint.
“That ass put up a fight, but I knew you could take it.” He sighed, leaning over me, his fine abs burning against my back and his cock burning inside my ass.
“Yeah, you can take it out now that we finally made it.” I said, hoping for a break.
“Nah, now’s when the fun really starts.” Terrance straightened his back and got ready to start pounding. With every thrust he nearly withdrew from me, before giving back every inch. I felt completely full, then almost void as he used my cavity. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every inch and each and every moment. My own cock was erect and I couldn’t help but indulge myself either. As Terrance resized my intestines I milked myself until almost completion. Terrance started moaning loudly and I tried to tighten my ass as he went to town. A few deep thrusts and he parked it balls deep. I felt his sack tighten against my hole and felt his seed flood me. Deep. As his cock throbbed inside me, depositing the last of his cum, I let myself loose and shot my own load on the blue carpet beneath me. Rodrick let his cock sit inside me for a few more seconds until taking it out and retiring to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and wiped his cock before throwing the towel to me and sat back down on the couch. I cleaned myself up, feeling empty and used yet fulfilled and satisfied. I got Terrance another beer and sat back down on the couch with him, a little closer this time than the last.
“That was great.” he sighed into the spout of his beer.
“Yeah, thanks for that.” I said, my mind still foggy from the session. A few more beers and hours of chatting came and went, and Terrance returned home, but I wasn’t done. I was ready for more. It wouldn’t be long before I called Terrance back up for another meat and greet.