My friend Grant had recently turned 18 and moved out on his own, and in exchange for a good discount, he happily gave his little hole to the giant landlord. Grant introduced Mr. Stryker and I in a group chat, and we took it to DMs and he told me to come by one of his buildings in the afternoon.
As I walked up to him, I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes. He was even larger and more imposing in size than his pictures, or my friends’ descriptions, gave him credit for. His white button up shirt and khaki colored chinos fit him like a glove. His smile was as infectious as it was devious. He had me follow him to the basement of the building and I was a little nervous over whether we would get caught, but frankly, my lust overpowered those nerves considerably. Especially since I could see the outline of his enormous cock hanging and resting against his left thigh through his pants.
He had to lean down a considerable distance to come in and kiss me, but the second his lips touched mine it was over. His tongue made its way into my mouth and I was all his. He slid my shirt off and I tried my hardest to let my hands roam all over his gigantic, muscled-up body. He lifted me up a bit and squeezed my supple little ass as he continued to hypnotize me with his mouth.
His shirt came off and he lifted me up again, letting me wrap my legs around him as our tongues continued to wrestle. He put me down and my jeans came off in a flash, he let his massive hands roam all over my limber body. I could tell he was equally as mesmerized, especially once my briefs came off and my perky butt was in full view.
I kneeled down and took his pants off, leaving him in just his briefs. I could see the weight and size of his member through the snug fit white underwear and was shocked. I teased him a bit, while marveling at it, almost a bit worried it wouldn’t even fit.
But there was no way I wasn’t going to try my absolute hardest to make sure it did. I pulled down the briefs and freed the slab of meat from its confines. I could only fit about a third to almost half of it in my mouth before it hit my throat. Looking up at him as I choked on it a bit, I could tell he didn’t care. He liked what he saw, but he wasn’t worried about getting it all the way down this hole.
He lifted me up and tasted my entire body before turning me around and devouring my hole. I could feel his tongue writhing in and out and around my tiny opening. I was ready for him, discomfort be damned: it would only be momentary before it was ecstatic pleasure.
Having sufficiently lubed me up with his spit, he had me hold on to a pipe as he began to slide into me. My own cock was standing straight out at attention and was bouncing as he slowly made his way in and started to thrust little by little, my hole eventually swallowing his entire length to the hilt.
I started to writhe and move back, impaling myself on his cock. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tighten. This was all too much, literally and figuratively. The man, the scenario, the indescribable pleasure and feeling of him inside me… I came, hard.
He continued to fuck me, my cock stayed hard and I could feel myself rebounding as he pumped in and out of me. I could feel his thrusts get harder and rougher, and with each one his breathing more labored and his grunts and moans louder and more hoarse. He growled a bit when he finally blew his wad in my guts, slamming it into me with a few more thrusts.
Now spent, he turned my head around to kiss me one last time. He was everything I had heard and imagined, yet so much more.
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