(m/m) semi-fictional -- getting wrecked on business

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It isn't too often I get up to New York City, maybe twice a year at most. I usually get sent up for conferences on data management, sometimes to schmooze some people, sometimes just to see some friends. This trip was ostensibly a business trip, but a major factor behind it was dick.
Last time I visited NYC I met this really cute guy at a bar. He had a great big laugh and a thick muscular frame. I'm built like a fullback or wrestler, and this guy was basically just a 1.25x size version of my build. Brown eyes, short curly hair, great jawline, dark skin (almost literally black), and a smile that could stop you dead in your tracks. We first got to talking just shouting at/ribbing each other from a few seats away as we were cheering for opposite sides of an NFL game (seriously, fuck the cowboys). I noticed he looked at my butt when I got up for a piss at one point (catching people staring at my ass is the closest thing I have to gaydar).
So I made my move, slid up next to him, and started shooting the breeze. I dropped that I was bisexual, which almost always gets a surprised reaction, but this guy just gave a wry little smile when I said so. "So that's why you came over here" he said with enough innocent charm that I started thinking about taking his pants off with my teeth. I admit I can be a little shallow, but I was sort of swooning over his body and everything he said was getting me excited. I have good luck finding...well endowed...partners, and I could practically smell how hung this guy was.

He introduced himself as Devin, and asked what kind of guys I go for -- "when you're out hunting for guys, that is." I dropped any pretense and just said "It's my last night in the city and you check all the boxes, man." I gave him my best attempt at a coy smirk.

Well, Devin took me back to his apartment and fucked me silly that night. I was moaning and writhing and cumming all night. He came in my mouth at least twice and I came on him no less than five. All of Nostrand Ave could probably hear it when I finally got him in balls deep.
We kept in touch. I very rarely fall out of touch with people who are talented in bed.
 

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Well now, more than three months later, I was going back to the city and Devin and I were texting the whole train ride. After passing Philly some fat dude in a Trump hat sat next to me, but I did not let that keep me from lewd sexting and drooling over photos of Devin's amazing dick. Devin liked to show off, and ever since that night we met he had sent me the occasional video of him sliding into some poor bottom who clearly had never taken cock like that before. Devin was legitimately a bit over nine inches, pretty thick, and had an upward curve to hit cock that rivaled my own...and he knew what to do with it. In missionary or cowboy position, this man could play your prostate like a jazz pianist. This was the kind of sex that made me consider moving to NYC and choosing reliable access to good dick over cheap rent...and I am a miser.
The whole six hours I was on the train he and I swapped sex stories. January was a quiet month for me, and I hadn't had sex since New Years when I messed around with a guy off LPSG (whose username I won't mention just in case that makes him uncomfortable -- but fuck I had a great time man! Hit me up when you're back in DC...). He told me about a threeway he'd just had with a bi guy and his girlfriend. The poor guy had clearly never taken dick anywhere near Devin's size, but his gf really liked seeing him whine and struggle so he ended up taking it all...and Devin was not so sure the poor guy enjoyed it. I told Devin I couldn't wait to show him some real appreciation for the gift that hung between his legs. He sent me a short clip of this poor bi guy -- who was very cute but a little twinky for me -- clearly in pain as inch after inch of Devin slid into him. I was getting jealous and told Devin so. He sent me the wink emoji and told me that was the point. I sent him a video of me blowing my brazilian ex and let him do the math. I was dying for a good lay.

Well my first few hours in the city were all boring work stuff... No sense including that in this story. But after a business dinner (yayyy comped $60 meals) I got my ass over to Brooklyn as fast as possible.
Devin was ready for me, and met me at his house's front door in yoga pants that did not even come close to an admirable job hiding his erection. I tried to immediately drop to my knees but he grabbed my lapels and said "I have roommates you slut" and then winked at me with that goddamn smile and shook his head a little. He was shaming me, but I could tell it turned him on how quickly I let my lust take over. I could feel the precum starting to freeze in my boxers and was glad to get out of the cold. Devin led me upstairs and the instant his bedroom door was closed my tongue was down his throat. We made out feverishly for quite a while, more like star-crossed lovers than two horndogs who met and fucked in a bar last september. I slid my hand under his waistband and let out a moan into his mouth when I finally wrapped my hand around that thick, veiny, incredible dick.

I practically ripped his pants off and then came to a sudden, ultra-slow lick from the base of his balls around his inner thigh and all the way, luxuriously taking my time, drooling and taking in his taste until I popped the head of his cock into my mouth. Just as slowly, I slid myself down about 75% of the way down his dick before my throat said "that's enough, son, jesus christ we need air still." I gave Dev a nice little gurgle, to let him know I'd gladly choose his dick over oxygen if my body were a bit more willing. I looked up at him, and enjoyed his closed-eyes expression of absolute peace while my throat kept about 7 inches of him nice and warm.

"Fuck yeah" he whispered.
"Fmck yhha" I gargled.

I carefully removed him from my mouth and we feverishly made out again, me furiously grabbing his cock and Devin gingerly sliding a thick finger in my ass. I sternly reminded him that lube was a thing, which prompted a quick apology from him and then a moment later he slid a slick finger or three inside me. We kissed for quite a while until my whole body was practically quivering, desperate for a second fix of Devin's massive cock. I filled my palm with lube and enjoyed the sensation of rubbing it onto his manhood. A less confident man might have been intimidated by such a gargantuan dick, but I just saw it as yet another lucky opportunity that my bubble butt had afforded me.
Do squats, fellas. The jump in quality-of-sex is so worth it it isn't even funny.

We started in reverse cowboy, like I almost always do when I'm bottoming. Devin was a little surprised I was so easily able to take in his thick mushroomed cockhead.
"I've literally been daydreaming about fucking you all day dude," I said, "I'd be furious if my body wasn't ready."

I started to de-arch my back which slid me down onto him slowly, glacially slowly, one centimeter at a time. Somewhere around six inches deep the pressure on my prostate started making me pour precum like a faucet all over his pubic hair.
"You are sexy as fuck" he said. I laughed a little laugh, which sounded a bit more like a gasp considering I was endeavoring to insert inches seven through nine at the time. I was filled with a profound sense of accomplishment when I felt Devin's warm, full balls press against my butt. I took in a deep breath and let out a massive contented sigh.

"I love how much you love dick" he said.
"Yeah yeah" I said, as I leaned forward like an impaled sock puppet so I could kiss him before he started rocking my world.

Now we get to the part of the story that I struggle to accurately describe, as I am not so much of a literary thinker when I ride a giant cock so much as a writhing screaming wild animal. I decided when we switched positions the first three times, but when I said "make me yours you beast" after we switched to doggystyle Devin took the hint and started taking charge. At one point he lifted me up and started to fuck me up against the wall as we kissed. Well, I tried to kiss. It was more of an uncontrolled wet moan pressed up against his mouth.

He came inside me. A massive load, based on how much dripped out. Like me, Devin stays hard when he cums. It's...the greatest fucking thing. I get now why my girlfriend freaked out when she took my virginity and I stayed hard. No refractory period is a fucking GIFT, my friends.
He kept me pressed against the wall and kept pumping his veiny shaft into me again and again. I'm sure I was trying to say things like "yes" and "keep going" and "oh my god" but I'm sure I was in reality just making wet exasperated orgasmic gurgles.
Every thrust was like fireworks going off inside me. He hit my spot just right, and I started leaking cum without touching myself. My arms were wrapped around his enormous shoulders, far too occupied keeping me on top of him to bother with jacking myself off. It didn't matter. A few minutes later I started cumming again. And then again.

I am an atheist, but three consecutive hands-free orgasms is about as close to a religious experience as it comes. I'm sure I looked like one of those writhing southern baptists too. But instead of feeling the spirit I was feeling 9.5 inches of muscular stud reorganizing some of my less-important organs. God damn it felt good.

Eventually Devin got tired of holding me up, and shot his last load inside of me in a position I have since learned is called the Pendulum. I held myself up on my arms like a yoga position, giving Devin the perfect leverage to fuck me as hard as he wanted and all I felt was pleasure. I don't think I felt even a twinge of pain for the last twenty minutes of our fuck. It was ecstasy, pure and simple.

My last orgasm was the type of orgasm where you have to physically restrain yourself from saying "I love you" because that would be weird.

Devin and I panted in bed, kissing occasionally between heaving breaths.

"You make me want to move to New York" I said.
"I would get nothing done if you did" he replied.
"Yeah but holy shit would we even care?"
"Probably not" he said as he kissed me again.


My next few days were busy, but my last night in NYC I met up with Devin again and we had our third incredible fuck. I will never understand bottoms who prefer average dicks to big ones. This cock makes me want to put a ring on it.

We parted after a final 69 (he gives pretty good head, but not nearly as good as he fucks) and I promised to hit him up next time I head to NYC.
"I bet you will" he said.
I let him have the last word, but I can tell from his texts as I ride the train home that he loves my ass just as much as I love riding that fuckpole.
 
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