How is it possible...to totally and completely fuck things up in a blink of an eye? You read about people that have it made and with all the advantages. People with money, intelligence, looks, privilege, they have it all! But for some fucked up reason they have this unique talent of completely fucking themselves out of a perfect situation.
Welcome to my world...
From the time I met Thomas I was in love. I didn't know this it at the time but looking back at it now it's clear to me that I was deeply, madly in love. The problem is that I never would've thought it possible for me to ever be in love with anyone much less a man. You see I've always lived my life being careful, not allowing myself to get attached to any one girl, woman, cougar, whatever.
Little did I know that it wasn't a female that I needed to watch out for. No, no...what I needed to watch out for stood 6'6" and weighed about 240 lbs of nothing but pure rock-hard muscle. A face and way about him that could melt a room with his presence. Handsome, confident, strong...very strong and all man. When I met Thomas on that fateful weekend it changed my life.
You see I had never, ever been with a man before. Not that there's anything wrong with being with a man it's just that this is something that had never crossed my mind. Yet on that fateful, late, Friday afternoon I found myself doing things that I never would've thought of, much less actually do. Afterwards I was in awe.
I spent that marvelous weekend with him and a whole week later, I moved into his apartment. We became best friends, lovers, soulmates. Those glorious first months of getting to know each other were like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life. Talking with him was a natural thing for me. It felt right, it felt perfect. And the sex. Oh my god the sex. After the first couple of weeks of getting used to each other we became like an experienced dance couple.
Knowing when to move and in what direction to move. Knowing what the other liked, loved, desired. From the very beginning Thomas could make do things physically that I never knew were possible. Who knew that if your prostrate is massaged just right it can cause you to have an ejaculation that feels like that very first one when you were young and discovering yourself. The difference being that you didn't even have to touch yourself.
Thomas loved taking me in the missionary position. I would spread my legs wide and pull my knees all the way back until they were touching the mattress. Then he would take me nice and slow. I would instantly put my toes on his hips and push down as I would roll my hips up and forward to match his slow downward and forward push.
When he would start to increase his speed I would let my knees drop back against the mattress so that he could have the freedom to slam me as hard as he wanted while I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life as I lost control of the sounds coming from deep down in my throat.
It would be in these moments that I would first feel his thick cock sliding against my prostrate and massaging it...oh so good. Being much more experienced than me he would turn his hips ever so slightly until he found the perfect angle to hit my spot and at that point I would lose control and just shoot my cum all over both of our stomachs as he lay on top of me, fucking me.
But my favorite was when he would just lay on top of me, perfectly still. His cock buried deep inside of me, my legs spread wide and pulled back. His arms locked under mine holding on to me by shoulders, my face buried into his neck, his breathing deep and heavy. Thomas would flex his cock.
I could feel his thick shaft slightly expand inside of me as if he was cumming but I knew he wasn't because there was no warm sensation of his thick seed drooling out of his cock. He would do this for minutes at a time. Flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing that...thing. Then he would turn and kiss me. Soft loving kisses.
The sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth, his cock flexing inside of me, his lower stomach pressing down, trapping my balls against him. My limp cock drooling out massive amounts of pre-cum on both of our stomachs...until he would finally begin to fuck me, again, slowly.
As I write this I can stop, close my eyes and still feel how the skin of my balls would stick to his skin, the area just above his crotch. Our body sweat like a sticky adhesive. As he lifts up, the skin of my ball sack lifts up, sticking to him, before slowly peeling off of him then sticking back to him as he lowers himself back down on top of me.
Calling the entire experience intense wouldn't do it justice...
When we would finally finish, both of us drained, he would take me in his massive arms and spoon me. Wrapping those huge arms around me, keeping me safe. I would push my nice, firm round ass back against his huge spent cock. I love how it feels going soft against my ass. Immediately I clench my man pussy so as not to leak his seed on his wonderful crotch.
That was my life for all these past glorious nights...
Every morning I would awaken to the sound of Thomas in the shower and me laying right in the middle of a wet spot. I can still here his smart ass responding to my stupid question, "Babe why do I always wake up in the wet spot?"
With a perfectly straight face as he's shaving, "Once I put it inside of you precious, it's all yours."
Remembering that, always makes me smile...what a dork.
Joining Thomas in the shower was always a treat. I loved washing that big body down. Stepping in behind him he would immediately start talking about the day. Asking me about school, about off season training, how the team would look once the season started. Asking me about my grades and every fucking thing else he could think of, his military mind was exhausting.
I would answer each question like it was the first time he'd ever asked it. Making sure to put in the information that had just happened the day before. He would take it all in and remember it from day to day. I would grab the body wash and start lathering the wash cloth and start my daily ritual.
Lathering his back, I would have to get up on my toes and him bend down a bit to get his shoulders. A routine that we had down pat. I would wash his legs, his huge legs. His thighs are bigger than my waist. Then I would finish with that wonderfully, wonderful nice firm ass before he would turn around.
Oh, but when he turned around. Yes, when he turned around. I never knew what Thomas did in the military but whatever he did he had to be in peak physical condition. I knew that it was dangerous judging from all the scars on his gorgeous body. When Thomas turned around it was as if there was a statue of a Greek god right in front of me.
Again, I would have to get on my tip toes just to start on his shoulders then slowly make my way across his chest. Oh, that chest...mmm. Then down to his rock-hard abs and finally, finally his beautiful, beautiful cock. I love how his cock feels in my hand. I love it so much that whenever the moment presents itself, I hold it for him...while he pee's. True story...
Depending on his schedule and how many times he's fucked me the night before, I'm might get rewarded...
I'm allowed to suck his cock before he steps out of the shower.
Thomas is well over 9" long maybe even 10" and girth? I can't even close my hand around that shaft. I'll stop here but yes on some mornings I'm rewarded by being allowed to suck his cock until he fills my mouth with his thick, rich, gooey cum.
