serkan: re-deflowering trey

it was dusk.
he was waiting for me, just like he said.
he motioned for me to follow him.
and through a labyrinthine route we took.

he led me into his den.
it was humid.
i was sleepy, a little feverish.
i slept a little, curled up beside him on his bed.

i woke up later with a leg wrapped around me and my hand trapped under him.

he teased me with his heavy leg, hairy and thick.
i tried to release my hand, but it only served to make him hard.
he smelled of overnight perfume, stale cigarette smoke, and light sweat.

we started going at it like a couple of teenage boys after a liquor-filled party.
clothes came off - skin touched skin - and his hairy, beefy body inflamed my senses.
he placed me on top of him as his stubble grazed my nape while i licked his ear.

his finger slowly crept into my crevice while he pushed me down to his engorged cock.
it was huge, thick, big, and hard.
so thick, my fingers couldn't meet.
so big i nearly choked from sucking it.
and he was aggressive.

"shhh, we can't make any noise. the walls are thin."

he suddenly turned me over to my side.

"let me fuck you."
"no, wait, i don't do that."
"please, i'll be gentle."
"i'm not letting anything that big get inside me."
"come on, just the head please?"

i didn't have much choice as he grabbed my hands and inserted his monster meat in me.
i felt as if my whole being was torn in two.
he muffled my cries as he slowly pushed the big, bloated head in.
we were sweating bullets by this time.

he moaned as the head popped in.
and he started his dance, moving and writhing and pulling me with him into his sensual rhythm.
on our side, with me on top, him on top, and me on all fours.
pushing, shoving, trying to get it in.
it was too painful.
only the head ever got in.

i must've lost track of time.
it's almost 45 minutes.
he's about to come.
but for the life of me, i couldn't get hard.
the pain obliterated the pleasure.
i bit the pillow to keep from screaming.

and then he came, splashing all over me.
the slickness of our sweat mixed with his expelled seed.

my hands shook as i wiped myself dry.

and cursed myself for allowing my beloved cherry to get popped again after being intact for more than 10 years.