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back and he was on top of me, a monstrous naked Viking, terrifying and comforting all at once. He pulled my boxers completely off, past my feet, threw them on top of my beanie. I was completely naked. He hobbled on his knees, around my chest, his low-hanging balls grazing my stomach. His knees reached the sides of my face and he held his cock at my lips. I devoured it, forcing my head up to draw his meat into my mouth. I grabbed his hairy asscheeks and forced his cock down my throat. I gagged and pulled away and shoved him in again and he groaned and bucked and grabbed my head and shoved my nose into his red bush. I heaved and gagged and my goateed chin burrowed into his balls. He face-fucked me, his cock plowing all the way in. I tried to swallow, gagged, closed my throat around him, started to choke. I braced my hands against his rippled stomach and tried to shove him back.
     
    Finally, he got the hint and pulled out, and I fell back, gasping. I told him to come around behind my head and face-fuck me from the other side. He flipped around and rested his knees against my ears. He grabbed my jaw and pulled my mouth open. Fuck, man. I think I can open my mouth myself. But I didn’t mind. He shoved his cock in and it slipped way past any point a cock had been in my throat before. I thought I’d choke but I snarled through my nostrils with each thrust. He fucked and bucked like a feral beast. His balls slid back and forth over my nose and my closed eyes. I was relaxed, and my throat accommodated him nicely. I loved the feeling of his ball hair. Both his hands had a firm grasp on my torso for balance. Then he circled my neck with one of his gigantic hands, grunted that he wanted to feel his cock filling my throat. I choked, panicking, groaned and gurgled. His hand gripped my neck tighter as he fucked and I gagged, but when my body spasmed he paid attention and eased his hand from around my throat. His pace picked up and I waited to feel his cum shooting down my throat, but he stopped and pulled out and dropped down and grabbed my face and kissed me upside down, savoring his own saltiness.
     
    He said against my lips: “I want to fuck you,” his first words in what seemed like forever. And I begged for it. I fucking begged for it. He swooped to his drawer and got a condom on and lathered his cock with lube like a fucking machine on overdrive. I spread my feet and he came up on me, grabbed both of my legs and thrust himself in, pressing hard against my eager asshole. He fell forward, grabbed my face again with lube-greased hands. He kissed me, consumed me. His hair fell around my face. I could barely see him through a curtain of soft red. I curled my legs around his waist and rested my feet on his back and bucked my ass up in the air, and he thrust his cock harder against my willing bud. It puckered out and in and welcomed his cockhead. His jaw dropped with surprise as he slipped into me, and he sighed and rose and grabbed my waist on both sides and his painful gorgeous thickness penetrated me. I relaxed. I was so fucking horny. I pushed hard against him. His cock filled me. He was monstrous. I welcomed the pleasure of the pain.
     
    “God, you’re fucking tight,” he panted. His fullness was buried in me. I had only been fucked once before, ineptly, painfully. Now I knew I had been saving myself, denying myself, waiting for someone worthy of my ass. My Viking was worth it.
     
    “Fuckfuckfuck.” Precum streamed out my cock, onto my stomach.
     
    He grabbed my cock, and it was like getting hit with a Taser. His cock tunneled deeper yet, past my prostate, and I groaned, growled, screamed, and he grabbed my mouth, covering it with a death grip. He didn’t let up. He fucking fucked me. He pulled all the way out and shoved back in, and my tight ass gaped and gasped for every inch, all eight inches, of his cock. I groaned against his hand; my eyes rolled back. He pumped my uncut cock and bucked his hips. His cock burned in