It had been a while (like three months) since I had seen Ivan and I was really eager to listen to his latest stories from the orchestra, it's always a good time. When he announced me that he was coming to my place and was eager to "sleep in my bed" (he always says it's "very comfy"), I was pretty excted, not only for the potential sex.
We met at our usual bar around 8pm, weather was really bad in Paris and umbrellas were everywhere. Since I came first I ordered two beers (we love IPAs) and started drinking a bit while waiting for him in a secluded part of the bar. He arrived ten minutes later, all wet because of the storm. He seemed spent and a bit sad from my pov but his face lit up when he saw me.
"Damn, you're soaked ! Didn't bring any raincoat ?" I felt sincerely bad for him.
He spotted me and ran to me like a wet tornado.
"Man I'm so glad to be there ! Finally some rest !"
He sat, removed his wet shirt, leaving him in a blue tanktop that perfectly showed off his muscular frame. The fabric seemed to actally dry pretty quickly, I supposed it was meant for sports and absorbing sweat.
He picked up his drink and we cheered :
"Santé "
"Thank you so much for hosting me again dude. Don't know what I woud do without you honestly." He relaxed on his seat. "You can't imagine the shit I've been through."
We exchanged our last few days, enjoying the warmth of the place and the taste of our drinks. He didn't want to talk too much about the bad things that happened to him and mostly focused on me. While we were talking, he would sometimes casually put his hand on my thigh or would say some things like "Suck my cock" or "Love you slut." Ivan was always the life of the party, effortlessly charming and incredibly tactile, a trait that both excited and intimidated me.
As the night wore on, Ivan got increasingly tipsy. He laughed loudly at my jokes, even the (very) bad ones, and would sometimes drap an arm around my shoulders as we sat pretty close, watching couples or other groups drinking in the bar. We would comment on who was the hottest girl around.
"Man, I needed this so hard," Ivan said, sighing. "Work's been killing me and still haven't found a girl to fuck with. It's like I'm cursed or something."
As usual, I was trying to cheer him up : "You'll find someone. You always do. Those girls don't know what they are missing."
He shook his head, his eyes bleary but earnest. "Maybe, but tonight, I just want to hang out with my best friend. You mind if we don't overstay here dude ? I'm wasted and would love some good sleep."
He complained some more about his room partners at the military camp (snoring and talking too late every night.)
We left the bar around 11pm after four drinks and a kebab.
Once inside my place, Ivan returned to his usual tank top mode and collapsed onto the couch, letting out a long sigh. We were alone since all my roomates were either working elsewhere or staying at friend's places. This was perfect timing to have some private time with Ivan without the fear of alerting everyone. I grabbed a bottle Pastis from the over the fridge and handed it to Ivan, who took it with a grateful smile.
"Dude, you know how to treat me !" Ivan said, taking a long drink. "What would I do without you?" He leans back, letting the words hang in the air, a mix of humor and something else—something that makes me uncomfortable, even though I’ve gotten used to it.
"That's what friends are for," I replied, sitting down next to him.
He leaned back, his eyes half-closed. "You know, you're a really good guy. I don't say it enough, but I appreciate you. And always here to support me..."
"I like taking care of you man, that's all."
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the quiet of the apartment a stark contrast to the noise of the bar. Eventually, he shifted, looking over at me with a thoughtful expression while rubbing the bulge in his pants.
"Wish you were a girl right now..."
My cheeks turned red, he seemed to notice and got his phone out, maybe as a diversion.
"Can you... Would ou you help me out?" he seemed to cringe a bit while saying that, not sure about how to tell me what he wanted.
"Anything man, ask me." I just replied, wanting him to be more upfront about his needs.
He started to scroll through his phone faster, as if to distract himself from thinking too much.
"Balls are burning right now... I didn't have time to get off with all the boys around at the camp. I... I just need to feel good, you know? Since you seem to like it...? Can you do it while I watch porn again?"
"Do what?" I asked, pretending not to understand what he meant.
This got him a bit upset, which was both sexy and funny:
"Come on man, you know the drill. Just suck me off!"
I was so happy he actually had the guts to ask me directly. I nodded slowly, without saying a word, my heart pounding as I got closer to him, kneeling between his hairy legs.
He sighed, like after a big marathon, and his face seemed to relax a bit. He unbuttoned his jeans and let me do the rest, just like last time.
I stared at his magnificient package, still trapped in his white boxers. They were tight and struggled to contain his monster, now, resting to the side with some traces of precum.
"Could your start? Been waiting long enough already" Ivan was such an impatient dude.
I obeyed and opened the fly of his white boxers, exposing his pulsing dick. I crawled between his legs and got rid of his pants. He sighed deeply, knowing his cock would be drained tonight and some weird sounds began playing from his phone. I later identified them as facefucking sounds.
I took his dick in my hands, eager to finally taste it, my hands not able to cover his full lenght entirely.
"No hands please. Just your mouth."
Still too cold for him I suppose. Well.
"Damn that chick is so fucing hoot..." He commented on the porn, ignoring me.
He was pretty sober and had to focus on something else. I understood.
"Start sucking princess, my balls hurt me so much right now, you have no idea."
I leaned in, heart racing, and began to fulfill Ivan's request. I strated sucking his inflated head, it was leaking precum a lot already. I was savouring this moment so much, knowing that my reward would certainly be as explosive as the last times. Ivan let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing under my efforts. The slurping sounds on the phone were a bit loud and distracted me for a while, but I tried to remain focused on giving him the best blowjob possible.
He started to relax more, enjoying the porn he had on his screen while I was taking care of his big cock:
"Girl... needed this so bad."
"You know how to please a man."
"Such a good cocksucker."
"Keep sucking girl. You know how to please a man."
He was talking to the chick that was sucking on the phone, how hot shed was and how he would fuck her.
"Rub my balls." He ordered.
They were still trapped in his boxers so I had to fetch them. They were pretty wet from sweat too. My nose got immediatly assaulted by their powerfull smell. They looked so appealing and tasty.
I gently grabbed them and beggan massaging them while sucking his head with more passion.
"Go further babe. I need it bad."
I gladly obeyed and plunged deep. I could feel his impressive veins along the way, his dick seemed even bigger and thicker than I remebered. Poor guy really needed a release. I reached the maximum I could take, his dick was scratching the entrance of my throat. I held him there for a few seconds as I formed a tight seal with my lips. I was trying to adjust to his girth but he was stretching my mouth so hard. I had to open wide and supress my gag reflex a few times.
"Fuck girl... keep it there."
I began working the entrance of my throat around his shaft. He really started moaning there. I slowly slid off of his cock until just his tip remained in my mouth as I regained my breath.
I only had a few seconds of rest before one of his hand found the back of my head and pushed me back on it.
"Go on Megan. Didn't tell you to stop."
He was back at calling me girl names and taking full control. He forced me down on his cock hard and fast until his head was pocking my throat.
With one hand on his phone and the other on my head, he fucked my mouth for a while, enjoying his time with me. Sometimes he would change the video. He seemed to struggle finding his favorite porn and I kept hearing the adds before each new one. Sometimees I would hear some very sexy guys moans. I loved the idea of servicing him and letting him use my mouth while he was imagining being with his dream girl from the porn.
After about 5 minutes or so, I felt him go rougher on my head as I had his dick just at the entrance of my throat.
"Come on girl, I know you can do better."
I was struggling a lot to not gag at this point, he knew it, and still forced me. I had taken him down to the base before, I knew it was possible. But it seemed this guy actually had a bigger dick this time. Maybe I needed more training.
He kept trying to open my throat to his dick for a few seconds, applying more pressure, adjusting a bit to the entrance, making me breath for a few seconds while still having most of his dick in my mouth.
"Relax your throat babe and take it" He encouraged me, while letting me breath for a while.
His hand forced again harder.
"Come on. Would love to get back in that tight throat again." He seemed almost sad to not be able to go balls deep.
Each time he forced me, his pecs here bulging from under his tank top and I could see his massive biceps contracting. This guy really had a dream body for sure.
After like 5 minutes of me gagging on his dickhead, he lost patience and dropped the phone to impale me with his two hands.
That move (and the huge amount of precum that helped to lube the back of my mouth) finally made his dickhead pop in. It rubbed against my painfull throat for a while. I was stuffed. I had to breath from my nose and began to feel the walls of my throat strech around this bulbous head. He kept pushing all the way, till his balls met my chin.
"There you go girl... nice and deep. Where it belongs." He deeply grunted with satisfaction.
The last few centimeters of his massive dick had finally invaded the back of my throat. It was such a weird feeling. I stayed ther for a while, happy about myself, but also dreading what was coming.
"Knew you could do it Megan. Good girl."
He retraced a bit, his head still in my throat, and with a sigh of satisfaction, he began to casually throatfuck me, as if it was the most normal thing to do with your buddy. He was fucking my newly opened throat with such confidence.
He quickly got his phone back in his left hand and kept his right firmly placed on my head, doing the pumping.
He started grunting with each thrust : regular "Huh.. huh..." that escaped from his lips each time he was balls deep. Deep, repetitive and masculine sounds that made me drool even more on his cock. He was using me without noticing that I had tears forming around the corners of my eyes.
He fucked my poor throat like that for a good while, never letting me escape his grip. His rhythm was sustained, perfectly controlled, aligned with the sucking sounds of the videos that were hiding my owns. Sometimeds, I would cough or gag and he would stop facefucking me for a few seconds, but he clearly didn't his cockhead leaving my painfull throat again. It was trapped in there.
Soon, I lost contact with reality. My body was a sucking machine made for him, dedicated to his pleasure only. There was only his huge dick, my stretched throat, my chin bouncing hard on his sweaty balls and his manly grunts. I was in another dimension.
"Shit Megan, it's coming."
I was not ready. I had to take a break.
"Gonna nut so hard..."
Please, let me have a break.
"Been waiting to blast in your throat for months."
He was clearly less into the porn and I felt his grip getting tigher on my head.
"Ugh, Need to cum. Need to cum so bad. I'm gonna cum in your throat. Wheter you like it or not. Fuck."
He kept accelerating the pace of his forcefull thrusts. Soon, he threw his phone away and grabbed my head with both of his hands, flexing his torso muscles even more.
"Fuck "
Thrust.
"Fuck ! Gonna cum so hard !"
Thrust.
"Here it fucking cums."
THRUST.
With a final powerfull thrust, he put his whole cock down my throatpipe. After like three (very) long seconds I felt his balls lurch in my hand followed by a pulse going from the base of his dick to my throat. His veins also pulsed along the way. It was so powerfull. I felt a warm and slimy thing invading my throat. It was so far but I actually felt the bitterness and weird taste of it. He had came a lot already.
"Fuuuuuck... ."
He moved my head up a bit, his head still in my throat. I thought it was finished but the russian dude was a heavy cummer and soon I heard him let out a loud groan as his big balls pulsed in my hand again. I began to panick. I tapped his thigh to try and get him to let me out but he was so lost in his orgasm he didn't even register that I wanted out. He forced himself balls deep again. I felt like drowning with his semen. He just didn't care about me surviving this.
"Yeaaah swallow. Swallow it babe"
Swallowing wasn't even an option, I had a flow of straight military dude cum directly funnelled into my guts, and even if I had wanted to spit it out, it was now impossible.
"Fuuuuh..."
Only focused on releasing the stress from his hard week, he used my throat like a fleshlight. Each time he would grunt, I would feel more twitch in his balls and more hot liquid down my airpipe. Just like last time, his dick blasted every 2 or 3 seconds. And it blasted hard ! I tried to push back a bit but he was so much stronger than me.
"Sorry babe, still cumming."
Not sure he was actually sorry but I guess he felt I was struggling with the absurd amound of cum his balls kept pumping. They blasted so much seed in me I couln't keep up with his pace and some got stuck in my nose..
"Huuuugh!" He cried in pain as more cum was being extracted from his bouncing balls.
His cock continued to erupt in my throat, unable to get his lock off of me. I was forced to swallow his entire load and I knew then that he wouldn't pull out until he was completely spent.
"Fuuuuuuck..."
More cum oozed from my nostrils. He must have nutted like 8 or 9 times in my airpipe. His seed was so thick and so large in quantity. I could feel it slowly accumulating in my stomach. This guy would surely be able to fill up a glass of cum, no worries.
Eventually, the twitching and cum drenching stopped.
He paused for a moment, regaining his senses as I was struggling to not die from the lack of oxygen.
"Fuck babe... You're such a thirsty slut, draining me so hard." he gasped, grabbing my head and pushing it away from his beast of a cock.
His cockhead took a while to actually leave my stretched throat. When it did, I gagged hard and I felt that my breath reeked of sperm. It was strong and bitter.
"You've got the best mouth Megan. Thank you so much." Both his hands were back on the phone. "Go on, wash it, make it clean and shiny."
I took the hint and went back sucking it dry, making sure all his cum was in my belly now (or my nose!)
His semi-hard dick now rested still just beore my misty eyes, perfectly drained. It was such an impressive cock, I had trouble understanding how could this monster actually pop in my gullet. My belly twitched hard. It was full of beer and cum. I inhaled depply some fresh air and looked up to him. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the couch, his pecs moving slowly as he was regaining his senses. He seemed to have run a marathon.
"Thank you," he repeated quietly. "You really are truly the best girl I could ask for. Eating my cum each time." He paused. "Love you babe."
I couln't answer. I had to either throw up or drink something to talk. My throat was stuck with warm bitter goo. Exhausted, I went to the bathroom, feeling sick. His cum was everywhere, plus the four pints at the bar, I felt ill.
After a minute or so he seemed to realise I was gone because he called me from the living room, asking if I was allright. After gagging a bit over the sink, I drank some fresh water and came back to grips with reality. My pants were also wet. My boxers too. I had an orgasm, while sucking him off, without even noticing. I was so focused on his own pleasure. Ivan had almost drown me with his heavy baby batter, I felt sick, but I was addicted to it.
We spent the rest of the evening scrolling a bit on random videos, before going to bed. He kept his blue tank top and boxers on, I stripped in my boxers and we got to sleep pretty quickly. I still had the feeling of his burning cream in my stomach and throat. It was such a powerfull, complex and deep sensation.
We slept in my bed, him hapily drained and me kinda lost in weird feelings for him.
Early in the morning, I felt something touching my lips. It smelled weird and strong. It took me a minute to realise Ivan's glans was right at the entrance of my mouth.
"Could you suck it again babe? Need to empty my balls before leaving."
I guess he needed to use me a bit more while he had a chance. After all, we didn't know how long it would take to see eachother again.
Lights were off, I could barely see anything and I guess that made the situation less weird for him since he couldn't see me either. I opened my mouth, feeling that my jaw was still painfull from last time.
I was not sure about deepthroating such a long cock that early in the morning but Ivan was a very horny guy and cumming was his only interest right now. His dick went right at the entrance of my throat and he started to thrust deep, trying to stretch my throat again. It was very painfull but I couln't speak.
"Gotta leave in ten babe, need to cum fast."
His hands soon found the back of my head and he facefucked me for a while, trying to open my throat again for his dick.
"Open up Megan. Open up for your favorite cock."
After a good amount of pressure, his dickhead invaded my gullet and he deeply sighed.
"Keep it there Megan. Fuck ! Feels so fucking good in your throat!"
What followed was a constant and hard pounding of my poor throat for like 5 minutes. Thank god he didn't last long.
Evntually, he burried his whole dick in my airpipe. I felt torrents of cum being discharged in strong twitches into the back of my throat and I, helpless, had to swallow them. His second load was just as impressive as the first and I felt how heavy my body was, weighed down by his two enormous nuts.
When his balls was fully drained, he removed it from my destroyed throat and rubbed it on my face to clean it a bit.
He didn't even thank me, went to take a quick shower, got dressed and I soon heard the apartment door close after a distant "See you soon babe!".
Later that day, he texted me this :
"Hey dude, sorry for leaving this early but I didn't want to miss my train. Thanks for everything. I might come back next month: I've got some concerts in Paris and I'll need your bed. Better be ready ! :P"
I could not wait to train my throat with him again... Or to let him use me in other ways.
