Anal Experience #3

I decided to go to the 'Zoo'. It was an old, established gay bar downtown. I'd recently returned to my mid-west home after living on the West coast for several years. I was horny, as usual, no women in my life at the time. I was 26 at the time, 6' tall, a slim 180 lbs. and clean-shaven. It had been just been a few weeks from my last (2nd) fucking. I was looking open to the next!

The bar was a small place, but pretty crowded on a Friday night. I walked in headed down the narrow building to the bar. I could feel eyes on me. I'm six feet tall, trim and clean-shaven, with medium-length sandy brown hair. I sat and ordered a shot of bourbon and a beer from the bartender. He asked if I was from around here and said yes. I think he was checking to see if I knew what kind of place I was in. I nursed my drinks and listened to the driving disco music. Lots of guys were dancing together. Bumping hips and grinding together in overly sexual manners. It was interesting and kind of stimulating to watch. I felt a slight swelling in my crotch.

It didn't take more than twenty or thirty minutes until a guy approached me. He was a tall black man, maybe 6'2", just a bit taller than me, and skinny also. He was dressed in a flamboyant shirt and had a short afro. He told me his name was Michael and I told him mine was Peter. He smiled and asked me if I wanted to dance. I'm not much of a dancer but I figured 'what the fuck'... when in Rome.. etc. I got up and followed him out onto the small, crowded dance floor. We both began to gyrate to the music. I felt kind of foolish and uncoordinated as I tried to mimic his moves. He was much smoother and more sexual than I was. He rubbed into me a couple times and I could feel his cock when he pressed against me. I just played along smiled. After a couple numbers I excused myself and went back to my bar stool and sipped my drinks again. Michael followed me over and asked if I'd care to join he and his friends at their table. I said 'OK' and picked up my drinks and followed him down the room to his table.

The table was set against a bench seat along the wall. He both slid onto the padded bench seat, while other of his friends sat around on chairs. We passed small talk back and forth as I watched the other patrons dancing, kissing and hugging. We had a couple more drinks as we talked. I found out he was a surgical nurse and that rather impressed me, I must admit. I was obviously new to the 'scene' and not as 'gay' as most in the place. Towards closing time he asked if he could get a ride home with me and I agreed. he grabbed his coat and we left. It was cold out and he had a full-length faux-fur coat that looked luxurious and fit well with his flamboyant presentation.

He lived in a decent apartment complex just a few miles away. We talked about his job as we drove. I shared that I was currently an unemployed photographer/artist with a recent MFA. We seemed to like and appreciate each other fairly well. We entered his apartment and took our coats off. He immediately pointed out his brand new Rainbow vacuum cleaner he had just purchased. He was very proud and happy with it.

We went right to his bedroom and got undressed. I laid on his bed and he stood beside it. I turned my head to the side and he presented me with his mostly-hard cock. He pressed it to my lips and I opened. OMG, it was so thick! It was the thickest I had ever encountered. It wasn't terribly long, maybe six inches, but the girth was amazing! It must have been a full two inches in diameter. I had to stretch my mouth open to its maximum, being careful to keep my teeth covered... just to take in his head. It felt like about the size of a Coke can! As I tried to suck him deeper he asked if I would like a hit of poppers, but I declined with a tiny shake of my head. I could barely move my head with his huge thickness in me. He didn't try to force me or thrust hard or deep. I could barely suck more than his huge helmet head.

He didn't keep me sucking for very long. He was fully hard now. I was kind of glad he wasn't longer. At least at the time. I was nearly terrified and intimidated. He withdrew and moved onto the bed and between my legs. I spread myself open willingly. Apprehensive at what was coming, I still submitted to my fate. I find the act of submission to be a great turn-on. I was very erect myself. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and bent over me, forcing my legs up and spread. I feelt so open and vulnerable in this position, dear god! He gathered a glob of saliva on his fingers and wiped them over my anus. He positioned his cock head at my anus and rubbed it around to find my center. He asked me again with I wanted some poppers. Again, I declined with a shake of my head. (I've wished many times since, that I had accepted and tried it!) He pushed into my ass and my anus was stretched beyond anything ever before! I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming!

The pain was intense and I feared my anal ring would tear. I moaned as he pushed in all the way with no hesitation or preparation. I grunted as he filled me. Omg, omg, omg! The pain went away fast but the total stretching and filling was still intense. He began to pump and thrust. All the way out to his thick head, then fast and hard driving all the way in! I found myself grunted with a muffled 'muummmphhh' with each thrust. He kept up a steady, hard thrusting. It probably only took twenty thrusts before I came all over my chest. I was pinned, spread and filled like never before. My orgasm was.... orgasmic! Soon after my orgasm, he stiffened, pushed in deep and erupted his cum load in my rectum. Oh fuck! I was deflated like a rag doll. He withdrew and licked the cum of my chest and stomach. I had shot a big load... a wonderful orgasm. So intense!

He thanked me and I thanked him back as I got up and dressed. He kissed me wetly and sweetly and hugged me before I left. I don't know why I didn't ask for a follow-up engagement. I never saw Michael again, though I have looked and made on-line inquiries. The Zoo closed down and I think he may have left town. I think of his cock and the way he fucked me often still, when I masterbate. I even wish he had been longer and that I had tried the poppers. I wish for a re-do.