The thickest dick that’s ever fucked me, pt. 1 [FM]

His cigarette smoke blended into the dense fog as we leaned against his car in the dark bar parking lot. The right side of my right leg was nearly vibrating against his, every cell alert and charged with the electricity of anticipation and begging for more of him. I waited patiently in the unseasonably brisk air as he smoked, making nervous conversation while simultaneously wondering: will we or won’t we?
We spent the previous couple of hours in the bar, having only just met for the first time after matching on Tinder earlier that afternoon. Matt, as we’ll call him, had only one photo that was a bit obscure so I walked into this night knowing this could go sideways, and had planned an escape excuse in case I needed it. I didn’t; between my charm and his sarcasm we got along quite well, and it didn’t hurt that he was hot.

It was shocking to me that Matt genuinely didn’t seem to know he was a babe. He was quite tall, maybe 6’3″, and broad shouldered. He had tanned, olive skin and dark quaffed hair with accompanying thick, dark eyebrows and dark chest hair peeking out of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He had the build of a man who is often active outside and is fit as a byproduct, rather than by intentional design from picking weights up and putting them back down. He was dressed like out of an old movie, wearing sleek leather chelsea boots and dark straight leg jeans, a white button down shirt, and a black bomber jacket.

I am also tall, standing at about 5’7″, and had just gotten my hair cut to a chic bob with a flash of blonde in my chestnut hair for a little bit of interest and edge. I was wearing black high top Converse sneakers, skin tight jeans, a slightly cropped tank top that showed an ample amount of cleavage, and a leather moto jacket. We were both in our early twenties at the time.

Even after all our flirting inside the bar after we met, now that we were at the penultimate moment I almost couldn’t make eye contact with him because I was feeling so shy. After putting out his cigarette with a practiced movement, he hesitated. He tentatively stepped in front of me, said something silly like, “I really want to know what this is like…” and pushed his body into mine as he pulled me into a kiss. It was soft even if it felt like he was hungry for me, and as I kissed back I was surprised at how much I actually *liked* the cigarettes I could taste on his tongue. He seemed to be searching to see if I was as desperate for him as he was for me. As I grazed my teeth on his lower lip and he moved his hand around my hips to grope my ass, I know he found that I was. Our breathing got more ragged and I could feel his length pushing into me, and I knew full well that I had been wet for over an hour, as soon as his knee grazed mine by the bar. Almost nothing gets me wetter than thinking someone I think is attractive finds me sexy, combined with the anticipation of how that lust will unfold.

He broke free from the kiss and smirked at me, muttering something like, “… better than I thought.” I scowled at him, jokingly. Taking a step back, he asked if we should go back to his. Breathless, I just nodded. He walked over to the driver side of the car, unlocked it, and hopped in. I did the same.
At this point, my heart was racing. I could tell from our kiss that we were bound to be compatible. He was just rough enough in that one moment when we kissed that I knew in my gut he wasn’t plain vanilla. My mind ran through several scenarios of how this might go down as Matt put a hand on my thigh while he drove. It took all my self control not to shift in my seat as I was drenched already, but I kept myself composed. He talked over the shoegaze music that came on over the stereo system and explained to me that he lived (literally) in his parents’ basement at the moment, but that there was a separate entrance and they wouldn’t care anyway.

This wasn’t my first rodeo so I had already done the “fuck in his parents’ house while parents are home” thing once before. I wasn’t phased. I was living with my parents temporarily, too, and so I couldn’t even judge. At least he had his own entrance… I couldn’t say the same.

Matt parked and led me to the back of the quaint colonial house he grew up in, where he unlocked the door to the basement and let me in. On one side was as expected, laundry and storage, but the other had a doorway and led to a bedroom. He flicked on the lights. The walls were made of vertical panels of a dark wood, and it was slightly musty underneath the smell of “twenty-something-year-old-guy.” All along the walls were band posters, record-filled milk crates flanked a record player next to a futon, which was next to a bed, and across from drawers on which a lava lamp was placed. He turned on the lava lamp and picked out a record to put on. While I removed my shoes I could hear someone moving around upstairs and a muffled voice, so I kind of froze, not knowing what to expect. Was I going to be discovered? Did it even matter? He sensed my discomfort and explained that only his sister would be awake at this hour and she didn’t give a fuck, she was probably just FaceTiming with a friend in her bedroom upstairs.

He turned off the lights (with the exception of the lava lamp) and closed the space between us in three long strides. I looked up at him shyly as my eyes adjusted to the low light, and he removed his own jacket while not taking his eyes off me. I did the same, but I followed with my shirt. He glanced down at me and his eyes traced my skin, setting me on fire as his they widened with a little bit of shock at my boldness and a lot of appreciation for my full breasts held up by a lace bralette. Now it was my turn to smirk at him.

Suddenly, his lips were on mine once again. We were much rougher this time, and I moaned into him a little as he forced his tongue into my mouth. His warm hands embraced me and traveled around my torso, unhooking my bra and setting me free. As my hands found the top of his pants and traced the skin there with my fingertips, he pulled me against him once more. Once again I felt how hard he was against me and once again I was aware of how wet I was, and we had barely even touched yet. I knew this was going to be fun.

He eagerly unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off of me, greedily taking my panties with them. Matt stared at me, this time below my waist, and appreciatively mentioned he found my landing strip sexy. We kissed more while he ran his hands over my body, getting a feel for me. He teased me by pinching my nipples, biting my ear lobes, and tracing his fingers almost all the way down from my bellybutton to the end of my landing strip, but stopping almost at the end. By this point, I was putty in his hands, and he knew it. I could sense he was getting too much pleasure out of my reactions (a lot of gasping and whimpering) and wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine.

I clawed at his jeans and pulled them down while I instructed him to take his shirt off. He obeyed, and as he finished I pushed him onto the futon and straddled him, mindful to keep myself from making contact with his crotch which was still clothed in his boxer briefs. The flesh on flesh feeling of our chests against one another was intoxicating and I made out with him while playing with his hair and running a fingernail from his jawline to his nipple.

My favorite move has always been my slow and seductive descent down, kissing, licking, and biting every inch of skin on the way but especially the neck, nipples, over the ribs, and on the hip bones. Matt groaned softly in pleasure as I slowly but surely worked my path downwards, hinting at fellatio but being extremely mindful not to touch his cock, even though I was dying to. He opened his eyes wide in complete shock and stared at me as my tongue traced the elastic band on his boxer briefs and my teeth sought to pick up the fabric. I skillfully used my teeth to pull his briefs over him and partially down his legs, making direct and unflinching eye contact. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I then licked his balls and made acquaintance with his rock hard member. I started at the base and worked my way up, surprised at his girth. He wasn’t beyond average length, but I’ve never experienced a thicker cock, and the novelty excited me.

It wasn’t long before I had him in my mouth entirely, my lips sheathing my teeth as took him in me and slowly moved up and down.

“Holy shit, you are so fucking sexy,” he whispered as his hands found my head and pressed down slightly, pushing him further into me. I drooled as I tried to keep him in me, and surely he could feel my saliva dripping onto his balls. I rubbed his taint with a finger and he groaned again, this time an animalistic sound that managed me to make me even wetter.

After speeding up a little, he pulled me off of him and told me he didn’t want to come like this. Internally I was a little disappointed because I really, really wanted to taste him.

As if he was reading my mind, he said, “I want to taste you, will you sit on my face?”

He moved himself to the bed and I climbed on top, but he rotated me so my ass was facing his face, and pulled my hips towards him. I laid my chest against his body as Matt used a finger to feel me and remarked with great marvel at how wet I was. He reached his finger forward to my face and asked me to suck so I could taste myself. As I did so, I noticed his cock twitch, and he enthusiastically pulled me onto his face so he could lick me. The suddenness made me gasp and his finger slid from my mouth, his hands repositioning themselves on my hips and ass.

I was still hungry for his cock so I just as enthusiastically put him back in my mouth. He bucked his hips towards me while I rocked my hips back and forth on his face, having to stop frequently when he made me shudder because of how sensitive I was. He kept moaning with satisfaction and his face vibrated against me. It felt amazing, and I was so turned on by how much he was enjoying this that it didn’t take too long for me to cum on his face, my moans of pleasure muffled by his thickness in my mouth. He kept fucking me with his tongue until I finally had to pull myself off.

I turned myself and collapsed with my head on his chest, his arm around me. His other hand stroked my body and made me shudder and my nipples harden because of how sensitive I was from my orgasm. He smirked again, knowing he had the power once more.

After a moment of recuperation where I stared at the lava lamp, I used my hand to play with his still hard cock, holding his width in my hand and beginning to jerk him off. I told him, point blank, how badly I wanted him inside of me and it took all but a second for him to put a condom on and lay my back onto the bed with my hands above my head. He teased me by rubbing himself against me, never quite entering me, until I begged him to. He slowly obliged, and we both faltered at how good it felt when he was finally able to fully enter me. I moaned my wordless appreciation. He was so thick that I felt as though I had never actually been filled properly before. And I was so tight that all he could do was groan once again in my ear and bite my earlobe.

Shortly after that, he did what no one had done with me up until that point, which was look me straight in the eye as he fucked me. It was so sexy and intimate that I was sure I had died and gone to heaven. He picked up his pace, each thrust accentuated with an involuntary but quiet moan from me, as I was still conscientious that his sister was right upstairs and probably already knew exactly what was going on down here. I closed my eyes and let him take me, completely submitting to him and in complete bliss.

“Yes, yes!” I panted. It quickly devolved to whimpers of “Oh, fuck. Ohhhh fuck!”

I came around him, my whole body tensing and feeling a ripple of pleasure move through my body.
Shortly after, I felt his pace quicken and his breathing get heavier as he strained to ask me, “where do you want me to come?” I told him he could come anywhere he wanted. He swiftly pulled himself out of me, yanked off the condom, and jerked off ropes of cum onto my breasts, getting drips in my mouth and along my torso. I let out a short moan of delight because I got what I wanted; I got to taste him after all.

We were both totally spent, and he kindly retrieved some tissues so I could wipe myself clean. We cuddled in his bed talking about nothing in particular until about 3am when I realized I should be getting home as I had an event to go to the next day. He drove me back to my car and after kissing one last time, I took off and made it home to my parents’ house, where I promptly fell into a satisfied slumber.

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It wasn’t the last time I saw him, the dick was too good for that, but the other encounters will have to wait to be told another time!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uvarf3/the_thickest_dick_thats_ever_fucked_me_pt_1_fm