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Ok, I'm Going To Slide In. Push Out, Like You're Taking A Shit."

He obligingly pushed, and when I saw his little hole pooch out, I immediately pressed forward. I felt the resistance, and then I felt it giving way, letting me slide into him, his tiny hole opening and accepting the head of my cock into him. When I popped through, he grunted like he'd been punched, and stopped completely still for a moment, and then his hips started moving again, backing into me and forcing inch after inch of me into his cherry ass. He was whining a little under his breath, and his back was covered with sweat, but he was taking it, pushing himself back onto it deeper and deeper.

 

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When I bottomed out in him, my balls tight against his 'taint and my pubes scratching all around his asshole, he just moaned and panted for a minute or two, and I held still and soaked in the incredible heat and tight grip of his virginity. I ran my hands up his sides and down his spine, soothing and relaxing him and getting him ready. I was going to ride his ass hard, but I wanted him along for the ride, wanted him to never forget the hot feelings he was having right now. So I stayed still until he started to move under me, and then I slid out just an inch and back into him, again socketed deep and just resting in his feverishly hot grip. After two breaths, back out and then back in, and his moaning started to ratchet up a little, ending with a grunt when I hit bottom again. A little further out on the next stroke and right back into him, with a gutteral grunt marking time when I butted my pelvis back up against his ass. He was starting to move his ass back into me now, countering my strokes into him and I saw his back break out in goosebumps.

Then it was all the way back till only my cockhead was in him and right back in, full length but still slow and gentle, but with a little more authority - I wanted him to know that it was a man in his ass, that he'd been taken and there was no going back. He arched his ass up into my crotch and took the stroke with a higher pitched moan, and again that little grunt when I hit bottom. He was a little more loose now, his ass taking me a little more easily, and I could tell it was starting to feel good, that those waves of pleasure were starting for him, and I knew it was time to turn up the intensity a little. I lifted up a little on the next stroke, raking across his prostate and he made a startled sound and rolled his ass back into me, and I shoved a little harder on the way back in. His head was turned to the side, and his eyes were closed but his mouth was open and a little drool was leaking out the corner of his lips and wetting the sheet. I went into him faster and harder this time, and his body jolted under the blow, but he kept right on moaning.

 

 

Still slightly above him, I pounded in hard and his head lifted off the table slightly and he moaned louder. I reached back with one hand while balanced on the other and grabbed his cock - he was rockhard and leaking heavily. I smeared his outflow all over his cockhead with a tight grip and he shuddered heavily, and his cock jerked hard when I slammed into him this time.

After a couple more hard strokes, I pulled out of him, whispering encouragement as he made disappointed sounds and dragged him off the table and shoved him down over it, kicking his ankles apart and then sliding back into his ass with one hard stroke. Now I could reach around and jerk his throbbing cock with his own leakage as lube, and not have to worry about balance.

I pounded his ass for the next 20 minutes or so, mixing short hard jabs and long slow strokes, stopping sometimes to just hold it in him all the way and grinding my hips in a circle. He loved it all...at one point it sounded like he was whispering something, so I leaned forward over his back to make it out.

"fuck my ass, fuck my ass..." I don't think he was even aware that he was saying it, but it made me even hotter.

Finally, his moans got louder and higher pitched and he started banging his as back into me harder on ever stroke. His head was bouncing up and down on every stroke I made into him and his cock swelled even harder, and it knew it wouldn't be much longer. I wasn't in much better shape myself - I could feel that knot growing in my balls, that buzzing that tells you it's going to be a good one.

And suddenly he was there. I was bent forward over him, pounding my hips into him and jackin' him hard, and with no warning beyond a deeper grunt, his jizz spasmed in my hand and he reared his head back. His ass gripped me almost as tightly as it had when we'd first started, and he was firing his load out all over the side of the table, his whole body writhing like a snake and his ass pounding back against my crotch.

 

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I pounded two more strokes into the tight clench of him, and then held myself hard and deep in him, pounding out a hot, heavy load. I was shuddering and panting, sweat slick and still flexing in him, milking out the last drops of my load. I had him tight in my arms, one hand around him and resting on his chest between his nipples and the other down and cupping his balls. I lay forward over his back and just breathed into his neck for a moment, rubbing my beard against the tender skin there for a moment.

When he turned his head and looked at me, he wore the smile of a well fucked man - a little sheepish, but very satisfied.

And that was how the married longshoreman lost his cherry. And it's all a true story.


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