1. Relaxing Therapy #2
I watched in horror and fascination, as the giant in the other room lifted the legs of the redhead and pressed the soles of the younger man’s feet wide apart on the window separating us.
His feet were precisely on the other side of window from where my hands were pressed.
I was closely staring into his face. Paul was pushing my legs wide now, but I was lost in the gaze of the redhead, the intense concentration he was showing.
The palpable fear mixed with anticipation.
The giant crouched his thighs under the raised thighs of the younger man.
When the redhead screamed at the pain of first entry, I screamed too, feeling the cap of Paul’s cop rotating around, corkscrewing just inside the rim of my hole.
We’d been here before, but I hadn’t been able to go any farther.
The redhead was sweating, his muscles knotted tightly, his head thrown back.
He was crying and babbling incoherently at the ceiling.
having lost eye contact, I looked down between the redhead’s legs and I could see the bulky sausage of that horse-hung cock slowly working its way into the young man’s hole.
An inch in, a half inch withdrawal, and then another inch in.
I felt Paul tugging back on my hips, widening my legs farther and opening my butt cheeks more as he pushed inside me.
We had never been this far before. It hurt like hell, but, for the first time in our attempts, his mushroom cap had reached my prostate and he was rotating his cock around inside me with one hand—his other hand still holding me to him with palm on belly—stroking my prostate with it and sending little electric currents of pleasure and engorgement through me that were fighting with the pain.
I heard a scream of “Yes, yes,” through the loudspeaker, and looked back up through the mirror, catching sight of the redhead’s eyes again.
His countenance had completely changed. His eyes were wild and shining with desire now.
The monster’s cock was completely sheathed inside him and was pumping inside him with little strokes.
The redhead was thrashing his head back and forth, yelling, “Gawd, yes. Gawd, yes. Fuck me. Deep, deep, split me in two.” He obviously was enjoying the fuck now, having a huge cock buried inside him.
The pleasure and lust in his eyes were revelations to me.
This is where Paul had been trying to go.
All I needed to do was get past that first pain, and I could have this.
I could be crying for it just like the young redhead was.
There was no doubt now what he wanted the big monster to do to him.
I laid my head back on Paul’s shoulder and whispered to him. “If it could only be like that, Paul. If I could only loosen up enough—get through the pain enough—to get to where that guy is, the pain would be worth it.”
“Guess what, Sport,” Paul whispered back. “I’m in to the root now, and I’m pumping you deep too. You did open to me. You relaxed to me.”
I cried out in surprise as I realized that Paul was right.
I could feel him churning and throbbing deep inside me now.
We had done it. I felt the remaining tension draining out of me.
My butt cheeks and ass canal were relaxing.
I was opening more. Paul felt it to, and I heard the intake of his breath as his cock lengthened and thickened in response and he reached new depths inside me.
We were a unit now, moving as one. I had a masterful lover.
I looked at my hands. The fingers were scrunching against the window in rhythm with the stroking of Paul’s cock inside me.
The redhead’s toes were scrunching just on the other side of the window in the same rhythm.
He was using his own hip and butt muscles now, rising away from the giant’s pelvis as the giant’s cock slid out of him and then pistoning back down as the older man plowed back up into him.
It was fascinating to watch; nine or ten inches of juicy veined monster cock sliding out of that impossibly tight hole and then alternately gliding and plunging back into the root.
They were both pounding away furiously now, and I heard the scream of release from both of them as the monster flooded the redhead’s insides with his spunk.
I was imagining Paul’s cock doing the same thing in my hole, and I trembled and moaned at the feeling of finally being totally fucked. Paul was going wild at my back door, yelling at how sweet my ass was and how he’d never had such a glorious fuck.
After cuming, the giant was holding there, jerking the redhead to ejaculation with his big mitts, as Paul pulled me away from the window, backed up to the massage table at the rear of our room, and turned me on his cock until my back was on the surface of the table and he was between my legs.
He held my legs up and out then and pumped me in long, slow strokes, until he brought his mouth down to my nipples and tongued them and nipped them.
I sighed and moaned deeply for him, begging him never to stop, to ride me and ride me.
I never thought I could want it this bad, to open this wide and unconditionally to a man standing between my legs, churning his cock inside me.
I felt him tighten up, ready to shoot, but he buried his cock deep inside me then, and held himself very still, while he draped my legs on his shoulders and both of his hands went to my cock and balls.
With him still rigid against me, I writhed all over the table in never-before-imagined pleasure while he beat my cock and squeezed and pulled my balls until I shot up his belly in three fountains.
Then, with a grin, he wishboned my legs again with his hands and fucked me in short, rapid, deep strokes until he unloaded inside me.
He then came up on the table, laying beside me and cuddling me in his arms, as he roamed by body with his hand. I looked through the window into the other room, but the other men were gone now.
“Don’t worry about them,” he cooed to me in a whisper. They were there just to help you get beyond your fear; to show you what was beyond the brief pain—why getting beyond the pain was worth the slight inconvenience.”
“But he was so big and the redhead was so small,” I murmured, still concerned about the physics of it all.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Paul snorted. “They’re a team; they do that a couple of times a night. Very good at it too.”
We were silent for several minutes, while we kissed and cooled down.
“What now?” Paul asked. “Shall I drive you back to the dorm?”
“Hell, no,” was my spirited reply. “Take me back to your apartment and fuck my brains out again. I want to work some more on this therapy thing.”