Silver Escape

I was like putty in his hands; and his hands were suddenly all over my body, pulling off my thin jacket, sliding up and down my back and over my bum and then around my front, to my bulging crotch, now about fit to burst with excitement. By this time, I had produced so much pre-cum, I was convinced that his squeezing of my crotch would cause my jeans to soak up the dampness and he might think I had cum already! Mind you, I was close to it!

I went for his belt and started unbuckling his jeans. He was wearing 501’s and I fumbled at the buttons. He just pushed me away and took hold of his own jeans and almost seemed to tear them apart, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. In the red gloom, from a thick bush of dark pubic hair fell forwards from his jeans the most enormous cock I had ever seen! It must have been at least 10 inches long and so thick my fingers wouldn’t reach all round it! He was circumcised too.
“My God!” I uttered, before I could stop myself, and he paused beside me.

“Is it too big for you?” he then asked.

“Of course not,” I rashly replied, somewhat naively as it turned out; I should have realised what he was going to do next!

With the deftness of an expert, he had my jeans and damp underpants around my ankles in seconds and, grasping my erect and dribbling tool, he said,

“Wow! I like that! I love a dribbler!”

And before I knew what was happening, he had squeezed a load of my pre-cum into his hand, turned me around with his other arm and was smearing my own pre-cum into my ass-crack. His fingers pushed into my hole and I gasped as he quickly squeezed more from my front and pressed now three fingers into me, hard. He then lifted my arms in front of me and placed them on the wall, as he bent at the knees behind me and I felt the tell-tale head of his organ pressing into my crack towards my reluctant and naïve anus.

“Just relax – breathe deeply through your mouth” he whispered softly, “I promise I’ll take it slowly”.

As he pressed into my hole with his tool, it felt like someone was trying to push a golf-ball up there! I tried my best to follow his advice as he entered me, a little at a time, but God did it hurt! I thought he was tearing my hole apart! He withdrew, and I let out a gasp of relief. He smeared more of my pre-cum around my ass.

“It’ll be easier now,” he said, as he pushed into me again, this time harder and further.

Easier! Who was he kidding? It felt like a baseball bat was being repeatedly rammed into me. With his hands on either side of my naked waist, he held me firmly as he began thrusting in earnest; slowly but firmly, in then out, in then out, in then out. I had only had this kind of sex once or twice before and never like this; never had I had anything so thick and huge inside me. I thought I would burst apart. But now I was feeling something else inside me that I had not felt before; there was an ache deep inside my backside behind the base of my cock; it felt like something had swollen hard against the constant ramming back and forth against it. I thought he had injured me or something; I didn’t realise it then but this was my prostate and his huge organ was massaging it in a way I had never experienced. It felt both painful and fantastic at the same time! My penis was rigid in front of me, still dripping pre-cum on the floor. My balls were now so tight; they had nearly disappeared inside me! I desperately wanted to cum; I was delirious! God I wanted to cum but I couldn’t because my prostate ached so much and I was supporting myself against the wall with both arms outstretched, so I couldn’t do anything to help myself cum. Oh God, how I wanted, how I needed to cum.

But it was as if he read my mind. While I was now whimpering under his constant ramming into me, he reached around in front of me with one hand and grasped my organ, just as he groaned,

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” His rhythm instantly changed and he rapidly rammed in and out two or three times, fully pulling out of me and ramming into me again, deep into my insides, while he teased my organ with his one hand. Then, he let out a deep-throated “Ugh” as he pushed right up inside me and held himself there, motionless. I felt his organ convulse as it suddenly throbbed and shot its first gush of warm cum into my body. Even through my aching ass, I felt that first gush rise through his tool, travelling upwards until I felt the warmth of his fluid filling my insides.

I couldn’t help myself; my prostate surrendered and I came uncontrollably; shooting out into the red gloom, through his hand and onto the floor. With each massive throbbing of his tool inside my rear, my own organ pulsed a great shot of life-juice down its shaft and onto the floor. I was in heaven and hell at the same time! It was as if his cum was pumping directly into me, through my aching backside and back down my own tool onto the floor with each great long, orgasmic spurt!
Eventually, the throbbing of his massive tool and my simultaneous orgasms subsided and my innards ached so much that I desperately needed him to pull out. He read my mind again. He slowly withdrew his still huge organ and my backside gave an audible sigh of relief. I was sure I had been ruptured inside and I now knew and understood the expression “ring of fire”! We only had handkerchiefs to clean up with but, as we did so, he spoke again,
“You OK?” he asked, with genuine concern in his voice.

I just smiled weakly at him and said,

“I guess so.”

Fully spent, we both left the cinema together and pausing outside in the cool fresh air of 1am, I asked him his name.

“Randy,” he said.

“I hope that’s really your name and not your condition,” I jested, and with a nervous laugh, I gave him my name. He continued,
“Oh yeah, it’s really my name alright but if you’re still interested, I’ll be back here in 10 days.”

It turns out that he was an airline pilot on long-haul to and from the States. His father was American but his mother was Dutch. He was 34 and although born in Rotterdam, he now lived in Boston with a partner he wouldn’t say much about. He was a lovely guy but, ironically, he had a hang-up about the size of his organ. He didn’t get full sex with his partner and most of the people he tried to pick up, when they saw his equipment, just panicked and ran! Me, well I was so naïve that time in the dark, I didn’t know what hit me (literally) but I discovered that I rather enjoyed it, in a masochistic sort of way!

I sort of “dated him” a few times after that but always in a hotel room and always in Amsterdam, giving a new meaning to the expression “lay-over”! I learned a lot from Randy. We had some good laughs and some fantastic sex but boy did my backside ache every time I went home! But eventually, his postcard messages dried-up and I guess he wanted to “ring the changes”. Me? Well, my ring had certainly been changed by Randy and I have no regrets about my first experience of a gay cinema.