We called Brian, Shorty because, well, he was short. Shorty was a 28 year old, 5'5", shaved head Egyptian guy with a killer smile and that gorgeous, naturally tan skin that filled out his business casual clothes quite nicely. And he was a sweet guy on top of everything else from what I was told. We worked in different departments so I didn't know him that well, though I did admire him from a distance frequently.
Due to a vacancy in his department I was transferred over and was lucky enough to be assigned to train under him for two weeks. At the end of training we decided to go out Friday night and celebrate (at his request) which was fine by me as I like drinking, having fun and being around hot guys.
After a couple of hours of food, drink and merriment, we decided to call it an evening. Because of the drinking we had planned, we both took separate car sharing rides to get there, but decided to share one leaving. Shorty was quite touchy feely with me in the back seat of the ride which I enjoyed, but assumed it was the alcohol.
When we arrived at my place we both got out of the car. "Where are you going?" I asked him. "Thought we could continue the night here!" he said. "Why not! Let the night continue!" I said in the most nerdy voice I could muster as he followed me up the steps to my place.
Once inside, I went to relieve myself. When I came out, Shorty was already asleep on the couch. Party animal indeed! I covered him up as best I could and headed to my bedroom after a drink of water.
A couple hours later I awoke to Shorty getting in to bed with me. I was surprised initially but chalked it up to him being drunk. I was surprised when an arm came around me which pulled him up to me. We were spooning! And even though I had some drink still coursing through me, I was with it enough to pop a boner instantly. I was surprised to feel that Shorty had one as well. But we were in our twenties and that happened all the time.
Shorty positioned himself so his dick was right between my cheeks. It felt good but again: we are both young and drunk so I didn't think much about it. But then I remembered the dreams.
For the two weeks I trained with him, I had constant sex dreams about this very scenario. Often times if I didn't wake up and relieve myself manually, my body would do it for me. Thinking about these dreams, with my current lust and his dick at my butt, turned me on immensely. I tried to control my mind but my cock had a mind of its own. It was then I felt him kiss me.
I remembered any iota or dreaming I was doing at that time ceased-I was wide awake! Then another kiss. Then another. All on the back of my neck. I rolled over to wake him thinking this was happening as he was dreaming. I was surprised when I saw him wide awake.
He planted a wet kiss on my lips. His tongue darting around in my mouth. He rose up and we both instantly got naked. I remember his firm, warm body collapsing on me. I could feel every hard muscle in his body grinding against mine. I remember feeling his firm hairy ass in my hands as he twisted and contorted his hot little body around mine. He sat up and looked down at me. I remember the street light shining in through the blinds and bathing the right side of his body in a soft white glow. I could see his hairy chest and belly heaving with every breath he took. His wide and firm shoulders. His bald head and face, both with a days' worth of stubble noticeable. But what I didn't notice was how large his cock was. Not so much his cock (it was, I'm guessing, above average in length and girth) but the head of this thing was enormous! And it bounced up slightly with every one of his heart beats.
I didn't get long to see it before his head went down and enveloped my own throbbing cock. How that little man was able to take my whole honest eight and a half inches of manhood was beyond me but I didn't care. He slobbered on my knob like a pro. I moaned with delight for what seemed like hours but was only minutes.
He pushed my legs back and tongued my hairy hole. His skill at cock sucking was only surpassed by this. My eyes rolled back in to my head as I laid there and moaned like a baby, feeling him work me over. When he stopped I looked up trying to catch my breath I see him stroking and I thought he was about to blow but he grabbed me and spun me over on my stomach. The strength this short guy had was unexpected.
Once on my belly I felt his gigantic mushroom head pressing on my already wet hole. This was a dream coming true for sure! He pressed in and was met with resistance (I hardly ever bottom). "Open up that ass!" he commanded. His authoritativeness made me weak. It was nice to be submissive in bed for a change. Most guys I go for want me to the aggressor. And, in my dreams, that's how Shorty was as well. But the truth is, I'm finding out, better than fiction.
Playing the game, I playfully tried to tighten up and make him work for it but he was having none of that. "Damn it" I heard him say as he pulled back for a second then place his monster against me again. I felt more lubricant (self supplied I'm assuming) and more pressure. His head punched through my first line of defence. I screamed in to the pillow. The pain was immediate. I felt split in two and he was just barely in. Could I handle this?
"Open up that hole man!" he said again. "I don't know if I can" I admitted honestly. "I want to but I don't..." He grabbed both of my arms from under my pillow and held them at the small of my back. This caused his weight to shift forward which dived him in deeper. I yelled in to the pillow again and he chuckled. "Training isn't over yet" he said as he pushed another inch in to me. My body twisted like a fish out of water and even though I'm bigger than Shorty, he had me in his control. "Yes..." he said as he divided me in half with that monsterous head. I couldn't breath as he pushed in more. And more. I held my breath until I felt like I was going to pass out.
I felt his hairy balls press against my own balls and I knew he was in-finally! He pulled out and did as much damage as he did going in. Then he slid back in again. The feeling of him inside me was not something I could put in to words succinctly. I had finally started to breath as the pain was replaced with pleasure.
