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Just a holeI can’t explain why but when it comes to firsts…. I seem to sensationalize them in my head. How exciting it was, how it felt and everytime I replay it ,.it gets more erotic. Case in point on my first time with Mike. If you don’t recall, Mike was in his late 30’s when we met my freshman year of college. He was just a little taller than me, he had a slender build, thick moustache, and had the best 8″ cut cock I ever had in my ass. We met in my tiny one bedroom apartment late on evening after chatting online for only an hour. He drove 30 miles to fuck me on that bitterly cold night in January. Was it good for him? No not really, while fucking me on my back I was masturbating while he was just putting his tip into my ass after he had been fingering it. I shot my load early and I got super embarrassed. I had him stop, pull out and wait a few minutes before starting again. Mike was ticked off, just reading his body language. To make it worth his while, I had to agree to bareback. It was my first time and it was a confusing mixture of terror, new sensations , and lots of pain…. mostly afterwards.We met once a week for almost a year. Afterwards, Mike had grown bored of me and found other 18 to 19 year olds to fuck. Mike didn’t lead me on, he did exactly what he said he would…”I’ll fuck you until your ass is no longer tight enough for me to cum in.” The only reason he stayed was that I was willing to do anything to keep him interested in me and my weekly availability. Mike used me and honestly, I liked it. He wasn’t interested at that time in relationships but I had to be exclusive to him. I could date girls but not guys. He didn’t want another guy’s cock in my ass.Years later, I stayed in contact with Mike. I was in my early 20’s, he was in his early 40’s. He was in a relationship with a 19 year old. I was single and masturbating often. I was horny all the time and my sexual appetite had scared off a few ex-girlfriends. I had been with istanbul escort a few other guys but nothing compared to Mike. One afternoon, I was home wanking off when Mike messaged me. He and his bf had a fight and his bf had decided to move out with another guy. Mike was in a mood. When he got mad, he was brutal…. usually it meant a severe ass pounding with tons of degrading words to whomever he was barebacking. He preferred doing his damage with you on all fours, bent over a chair or couch, or somewhere secluded outdoors where no one could hear you scream out in pain. The louder you moaned or screamed, the harder the pounding. Just thinking about it made my ass throb.He asked what I was up to, I took a picture of me jerking off in a chair with my legs up and apart and sent it to him. He laughed and we chatted about a few good times we had. Then Mike switched gears… He got very descriptive about what he was wanting to do. I got excited but scared because Mike could get dark quick. I also couldn’t tell if he was just wanting to talk dirty online or actually meet. He hadn’t expressed any interest in fucking me in a long time and everytime I thought he wanted me..,he just wanted to turn me on and leave me hanging. This time was different….He wanted to meet a this rest stop, about 10 miles south of where I lived. It was well known for being a cruising spot because of the heavily wooded area just behind the restroom area. What made this different was that he wanted to meet during the day. Mike was a calculated risk taker. He usually liked fucking in public but at night. This time he wanted to do it during the day. I wanted to see Mike but I knew if I did, I’d want more than just a quickie. Mike knew how I felt and even though in the past he would tell me the thing I wanted to hear. He would get what he wanted and leave. No matter how many times, I’d say never again…. I avcılar escort always tell for it because I thought it might be different.At this point, I didn’t care. I agreed to meet him there. I drove to the rest stop and got there early. We agreed to meet in the handicap stall, Mike would knock twice , once, and twice again to let me know it was him. All I had to do was be naked and have my hole ready for a thumping. Unfortunate for me was that there were lots of people at the rest stop and the men’s room was more active than usual. I waited to use the handicap stall. Once in there, I sat on the toilet and injected the lube. I took off my shirt and slid my shorts off. I kept my tennis shoes and socks on …just in case someone was looking under the stall.I waited a long time, just lightly playing with my cock trying not to make too much noise. Then Mike knocked. I unlocked the door and he pushed it in. He had on a nice shirt, tight jeans and tennis shoes. He slipped into the stall, locked it and I stood up on the toilet seat sticking my ass out as I held onto the back of the porcelain throne. Mike unzipped and placed his flesh up into my crack. I was excited and nervous because there were others in the restroom. I had to make sure I kept quiet and that my grip wouldn’t fail me. Mike fingered me and it felt so good. His fingers slipped in and out with ease. He wiped them on my backside. Mike lightly slapped my ass in approval. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down on my oozing hole. He mounted me and I let out a loud moan. Mike felt so huge and good. I knew it would but when it happened, I forgot my place. Mike shssh’d me as he stood behind me with his pole in my hole. I couldn’t control myself with the burps and farts with the long strokes Mike was taking into me. I tried to stop with the heavy breathing and moaning but he felt too good. Mike had to stop. He quickly zipped up and stormed out. I fumbled şirinevler escort around putting on my clothes as fast as I could to catch up to him.Mike was at his car, just getting in as I ran up to his driver’s side door. There were several onlookers who must of known what we were doing. Mike was embarrassed, but I could care less about that. I wanted to be with him. I begged him not to leave. Mike was angry, he didn’t speak as he turned the key. Then he said followed him in his car. I leaped into my car and tore after him. Mike didn’t wait for me, so I had to speed. He turned off the interstate and down a few gravel roads until stopping near a corn field. We got out and I followed Mike into the tall corn stalks. He pulled out his cock and made me suck. Mike was aggressive and I spit up and almost hurled from his hard penetrations deep into my throat. He continued. I had tears streaming down my face. My jaw was hurting from the commands to open wider. Then he pulled out and took off my clothes. He let me keep on my shoes and socks. I bent over, grabbing two corn stalks for bracing. Mike shoved inches into my ass. He started calling me names as he griped my hips hard. He slammed deeper into me. Mike called me bitch several times with other colorful words. Mike fucked me. It wasn’t pleasurable, he wanted to make it uncomfortable. I felt uneasy as he pounded into my ass. His cock traveled deeply into me. I held onto the thick stalks harder as Mike pushed himself up against my backside. He reached around my chest and pinched/pulled hard on my erect nipples. My cock was bouncing as I looked down. Mike yelled at me to keep quiet. I did my best, but his hard strokes were forcing the air out of lungs. I was breathing hard, sweat engulfed my body. Mike buried himself into my ass. Just as Mike wailed out during his climax. He pushed every inch into me and held me close. I inadvertently let out a “I love you!” It was met instantly by a sinister laugh, as Mike’s body quivered for the last time….”Don’t you get it yet? You’re just a hole for me!” Mike knocked me as he pulled back out of me. I was so weak in the legs and my heart was just ripped out of me. I fell to my knees sobbing. Mike zipped up and left me there in the corn field. I felt worthless as he tore off in a cloud of dust.
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