I wish I remembered this guy’s name, but I don’t. He lived several doors down from me in the dorm during my senior year in college. He was a freshman (I think), which would have made him 19 years old by the end of his first year. He was very handsome, very muscular, and played on the Rugby team. I had been noticing him all year long, and I appreciated how incredibly sexy he looked. His body reminded me a lot of Doug’s, only more-so. He liked to lay out in the sun on the grass beside our dorm, so I knew that he had only a tiny amount of hair on his chest and abs and a very smooth back, and his legs looked nice and strong. In his tight-fitting speedo, I could see that he was packing a very large penis; my fuckbuddy, Shaun, had been interested in him and had tried to get into the guy’s swimsuit one day late in the school year, but the guy only just brushed him aside while paying attention to a girl who was draping herself all over his arm. Nevertheless, I enjoyed looking at him through my dorm room window. He was pretty, and when he was sweating in the sun and stretching his muscles, I could just imagine what his body would feel like on top of mine. I was lost in thought about him, gazing out the window at the wonderful shape of his body – as he arched his back and his abs popped – when he spotted me doing that; I realized he had noticed me when he waved. I waved back, then quickly pulled away from my window into the shadows of my room, from where I could still see him.
It was finals week, and I was busy working on a paper late into the evening when I heard a knock on my door. Shaun was out with classmates, “cramming for a final exam” (more likely, cramming cock into his ass), and so I was all alone. I answered the door and it was Mr. Enormous, dressed in shorts and a muscle-shirt, holding some papers and looking confused. I asked him if I could help and he said that he was struggling with an argument for his class in Philosophy, and someone else in the dorm had suggested that he should talk with me about it. I let him in, we sat on my bed, and I looked over the assignment he was working on. Yes, it was Dr. Andrews’ Introduction to Classical Philosophy class, so I knew the assignment; I had only just begun to offer some suggestions when I felt his hand on the back of my neck. He twisted my head toward him, grabbed my chin with his other hand, and forced a rough kiss on me. I remember not resisting, but keeping my eyes open to see what he was doing. His eyes were closed, and I could feel his body starting to tremble with excitement. Just as he started to let up on the kiss, I pressed hard into it and he reciprocated with an even deeper kiss of his own. This went on for a couple of minutes, then suddenly he was standing in front of me, ripping his clothes off, and saying “I’m horny.” “Okay?” I asked, and he continued. “I saw you looking at me earlier today. Here, suck.” And, suddenly, swaying in front of my face was a truly massive cock. What we had been able to tell through his speedo was correct … and, in fact, an understatement. I’d played with some big dicks in my life, and my own cock is large at 7.5 inches long and 6 inches around, but this slab of meat was ENORMOUS. It looked to be nearly 10 or more inches long and had a girth that was greater than my wrist. It was circumcised, had a beautiful thick head, pronounced veins along its sides, a thick urethra, and it hung out straight and hard from his body with only the slightest hint of an upwards bend. And, to make it even more inviting, there was a thick dribble of precum welling out of its head which, as I watched, oozed slowly down in a long string toward the floor between us. There was no way I was going to be able to do that massive meat justice by sucking it, but I gave it a try and he seemed to enjoy what I did for him. He kept saying that his girlfriend wasn’t ever able to please him, and he kept running his fingers through my hair as I licked the length of his shaft and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth while I tugged on his large hairy balls. Every time he tried to push his cock too deeply into my mouth I would gag, and my jaw quickly began hurting from stretching far wider than I’m used to. After a few minutes of this I stood up, took off my clothing, got a bottle of lube out of my desk drawer, and knelt on the bed while handing him the lube. “Fuck me.”
Mr. Enormous looked very excited and asked: “are you sure?” I said “Yes, please.” He applied lube to his cock, slapped his massive meat against my ass, pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, and applied lube to my twitching hole. He then began sliding his tool up and down my ass crack, telling me how good his dick looked against my butt. I told him to “stop talking and start fucking,” with my voice raspy with lust. He growled, pulled my cheeks even further apart, and pressed the head of his dick against my sphincter. As he pushed, I sucked in my breath and held it; it had been a while since I had been fucked, and several more years since such a large cock had breached my hole. I was certain that I would be tight, and absolutely sure that it was going to hurt, but I was also very horny and wanted that massive tool in my trunk in the worst way. I closed my eyes, let out my breath, and mentally tried to relax my sphincter.
His cock was very hard, and was oozing lots of precum, so its head quickly penetrated my pucker with no trouble … but there it stuck, the incredible girth behind its head being blocked by my tight sphincter. Mr. Enormous leaned into me very heavily but didn’t seem to know how to bounce back and forth to ease himself into a guy … he just applied inexorable force until I felt that wonderful, though painful, “SNAP” sensation in my hole. With that, and in a single, slow, steady thrust, the full length of his shaft plowed down into me until he hit bottom and then, with only the briefest pause, penetrated my second hole and slid very deeply into my colon. “Holy shit!” he cried out once he was all the way inside me. He said something like: “How are you taking me like this! I was told you were a top!” I replied, breathlessly, “Yeah, but I also love getting fucked by a big dick.” And, so, he fucked me. I was laying spread eagled, face-down on the bed, while he stood by the side of the bed, leaning over with his hands on my shoulder blades, slamming his cock into me, repeatedly, for a long while. I can’t remember how long, but I do remember that the sensations went quickly from discomfort to the sheer bliss of feeling such an enormous cock buried deeply in my ass. He was so long and thick that he must have re-straightened the bend in my sigmoid colon a bit: he had to be at least 4 inches inside it when buried balls deep in me. The feeling of being utterly filled with cock was amazing, and one that I’d only felt a few times before in my life. I absolutely loved it.
After a while I told him I wanted to get on my back so I could look at him. He helped me roll over, I put my legs up on his very broad shoulders, and he slid his hard, throbbing, slippery pole back into my chute. I lay there, gazing up at his muscular, buff body, while my cock pulsed from his pounding on my prostate. I reached up and ran my hands from his chest down to his washboard abs, tracing the lines of his muscles there, while he fucked me. I noticed his eyes were closed, his head was back, and he looked like he was really enjoying himself. Well … good … so was I. Right about then he, he asked: “you like my body?” I said “Yes, you’re fucking sexy.” He said “good” and kept on fucking.
This lasted longer than I could have imagined. I’ve been fucked, on multiple occasions, for a very long time; this may have been the longest ever for a guy to fuck me before cumming the first time. He had to stop several times to add more lube, and he and I were both sweating a great deal as the exertion stretched for what must have been at least a half hour. As he got closer to blowing his load he leaned into me more heavily and put his hands on my chest; his thrusts became deeper as he didn’t pull out as much, and his motions became slower as he clearly struggled to prolong it. He also began to gasp, and whimper, and was repeatedly whispering “fuck” with a husky voice. I began joining my voice to his, whispering “deep … yes, so deep.” With this his cock got, amazingly, even harder and thicker, and I could feel it throbbing with his pounding heart. I remember stroking his pecs and running my hands down to his abs and then back up to his chest, where I tweaked his nipples, and suddenly his cock pulsed once in a huge surge, and then WHAM, I felt the heaviest, thickest, most forceful nut in my rectum ever. The amount of cum this guy unloaded into me was truly as enormous as his cock; he slowly pulled back while his cock was still pulsing, until just the head of his dick was still in me, and finished flushing my hole with his seed. He then pulled the rest of the way out of me and my sphincter spasmed with relief as the feeling of sudden emptiness was quickly overcome by the sensation of cum flowing out of me. I remember forcing my ass to close, the exquisite sense of emptiness causing me to shudder as I tried to keep at least some of his nut inside me.
I looked down at myself. My cock was still raging hard, deeply purple, as about as large as I've ever seen it from having had my prostate so forcefully massaged from within. Precum was oozing out in a sticky, wet mess, making it glisten and ache for attention; I was still very horny, and desperately wanted to cum. Mr. Enormous looked down at me, grinned, and then knelt between my legs. At first, I thought he was going to try to suck my cock, but then he did something that I’ve never had happen before or since: he nestled the thick shaft of my raging-hard cock between his pecs and began to slide my dick up and down in his sexy man-cleavage. He used his hands to push his pecs together even more, creating a deeper valley for my cock to slide through, and for what couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes I enjoyed the incredible sight and sensation of my dick fucking this sexy jock’s chest until I blew all over his neck and face. He opened his mouth and caught one of the shots of my cum on his tongue, and then he swallowed in a way that made my heart nearly stop with lust. I found myself praying that we weren’t done.
For a while we just lay on the bed, next to each other, breathing heavily and trying to recover from the exertion of hard sex that had gone on for at least a half-hour. My dick had shrunk some, as it usually does after cumming, but his dick had remained semi-hard the whole time following his orgasm. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me again … I really couldn’t believe it, but the thought of having that massive member in my hole for another go was very exciting. He said that he wasn’t sure he had the energy, but that he would like to try. I told him to stay on his back, and that I would ride him. So, I got up, applied more lube to his cock – which was already firming up, glistening with lube and cum, and looking unimaginably incredible. My own cock started to stir with excitement as I stroked his dick with both hands, getting it ready to ride.
I straddled his waist, positioned the head of his dick at my hole, and then slowly but firmly began to impale myself on his enormous cock. I slid down that incredible pole until he hit my wall. I felt the pressure build as I bore downward, and then I felt the “pop” as he penetrated right through with ease and at least 4 inches up past my second hole. When the full length and girth of him was all the way inside me, and I could feel his balls mashing against the back of my ass, I put my hands on his muscular chest and began rocking back and forth and up and down. At first I thought this would take a long time; after all, he had just nutted a massive load, so he certainly would take a while to build back to another orgasm, but no … after what must have been less than 5 minutes of this rhythmic motion, ramming his cock into my ass while I played with his body, I suddenly felt his dick swell, flex, and shudder as he blew a second load deep up inside my colon. I remember looking down at him while this happened and realizing that my cock was rock hard and I was having an amazing time, so while I slowed down a bit to ensure that his orgasm wouldn’t become uncomfortable for him, I didn’t stop. I kept riding him, using his second load as additional lubrication and enjoying the feeling of it seeping out of me every time I road up his dick, then mashing back inside me as I road down on him. This way, I made him continue to fuck me while I stroked on my own cock.
I was afraid that he would finally soften up after coming a second time, but that didn’t happen either. He was resting, enjoying the motion and the feeling, but also becoming slowly and increasingly more into it as my ride went on. After a while, he replaced my hand with his own, and slowly stroked me while I continued to ride. After several more minutes of this, he began to take over the motion by pumping up into me, again and again; he stopped stroking me in order to hold me steady while he fucked my ass from below. Clearly not much for talking during sex, he surprised me here by gasping and then saying that nothing like this had ever happened to him before and that he was about to cum a third time. I told him to hold off for as long as he could because I was about to cum, too. I leaned back and ground my ass down hard to take him in as deeply as I could, and as he ran his hands down my chest to my stomach and began stroking my cock with both hands, I felt myself go over the top and I blew a huge wad all over his chest and face. As I blew my second load, my ass clamped down hard around his cock and I felt his enormous shaft shudder, pulse, and unload a third incredible surge of cum up inside me.
And that was that. I collapsed onto the bed beside him, and we lay, facing each other and not saying much, for maybe 10 minutes. Then he got up; he wiped off with his shirt some of the sticky cum that had dried all over his chest, put his shorts back on, said “thank you man, that was really fun” (or words to that effect) and left my room. After a few minutes laying there, allowing my ass to recover, I put some clothing on, went down the hall to the communal bathroom with a towel and my toiletries basket, and took a shower … making sure to flush out of my hole of all the sticky cum that Mr. Enormous had deposited inside me. I stood in the shower stall for at least a half hour, the hot water pummeling me, and reveling in the feeling of having been so deeply and completely fucked; I hadn’t felt anything quite like that in a very long time and, unlike my experiences as a youth when my coach had fucked me, this time the massive cock was attached to someone that I was actually – surprisingly – attracted to. Yes, I usually preferred smaller guys and I really liked being the top, but there’s something powerful to be said for being fucked by a larger, much more muscular, aggressive jock. In the very least, this guy oozed sex like his huge cock oozed precum. I remember thinking that it would be nice to try and set up a re-match, and this time bring in Shaun. But that wasn’t to be. Other than glimpsing him on campus over the next couple of weeks until graduation, I never saw or spoke to him ever again. I don’t even know his name; I could try to find it in the school directory for 1986, but that seems pretty much fruitless now. In my memory he is simply “Mr. Enormous.” And he was.
