Abernethy - Sex Stories

Abernethy

... staring at his uncut tool, he quipped that his butt was huge; “Because you need a large hammer, to drive a big nail”. I just giggled self-consciously. Getting into my bed, he was asleep soon after. On his rotational shift schedule, he was only due back at work on Monday morning. I wondered how much I would be seeing of him, that weekend. I popped off to the shops, and returned a while later to attend a few chores around the apartment. At around 12pm, he emerged wearing his boxer shorts. I had made us a light lunch which we enjoyed with a beer. He was easy to converse with, and we effortlessly chatted about everything under the sun. He was twenty six years old, and had never been in a serious relationship. According to him, he was always attracted to the wrong guys, and only ever had short flings. He paid me a very nice compliment by saying; “That my ex must have had rocks in his head”. When we moved through to the lounge later, he sat next to me on the sofa. There was an uncomfortable lull in our conversation, as he fixedly stared at me. Placing his arm around me, he drew me in close to him, and tilted my head towards him, before kissing me gently. As our kissing became more intense, he pulled my T-shirt off me, before pushing me down on the sofa. He climbed on top of me kissing and licking my ears and neck. Wes then stood up, and pulled me over his shoulder, before carrying me to the bedroom. I was placed on the bed, before he pulled the shorts I was wearing off. When he ...

... dropped his boxers, his enormous manhood flexed upon its release. He got on top of me and pushed my legs apart with his knees, before continuing to kiss me. I was beyond excited if somewhat nervous, about the anal invasion that I anticipated was to follow. Paul had had the same size penis as me, and Wes made us look like two twelve year old boys. After some time, he coaxed me onto my stomach, before moving down my body, and started giving me the most incredible rimming I had ever received. Minutes later he asked for lubrication, which I fortunately had in a drawer next to the bed. He applied the lubrication to my backside inserting one, then two fingers as he opened me up. He generously applied the ointment to his cock. Wes’ insertion was slow and patient, but still hurt like hell. With his body supported on his arms, he skillfully invaded my hole inch by inch. When he had finally completed his intrusion, he lay still on top of me for a few minutes. The sensation of his huge cock began to feel incredible, after the initial discomfort wore off. Once he had ascertained that I was comfortable he started a gentle pushing, and pulling motion with his hips. The momentum of his action gathered impetus, as he escalated to a more intense thrusting. The sensation was driving me wild, and I started whimpering like a baby. Wes whispered mild obscenities into my ears, after which I begged for him to fuck me mercilessly. Lifting himself up onto his arms, his cock assaulted me with force ...