The Need for Him

The weather was unusually warm for this early in spring, but the precursor to summer had fuelled everyone to act like rabbits in heat. The frat car wash was in full swing with cars lined around the block for a peak at the show. Narcissism and deep embedded insecurities did wonders on their bodies. I tried not to stare too long, but I couldn't help myself.

The matching shorts they all wore hung low on their hips with the water dragging them down to expose their hip bones. The fabric now two shades darker clung to every crease fold of their bodies. If I were a better man then maybe I wouldn't have purposely sought a better look at their cocks jumping and moving under their shorts as they moved.

Their tanned skin rubbed soap into the glass and body work of the old, second hand cars. If I had been a girl, I would have driven through the car wash three or four times to have the best view, but I knew better. The sun bounced off of their wet, reflective bodies making their impressive physique only made my mouth water more.

It was a peacock dance, they showed themselves off for attention and gratification, but the show wasn't for me. That didn't stop me from looking from afar with my jaw lazed at the performance. They threw themselves on and off of the cars, buckets of water tossed to each other in a soaking match rather than to clean the cars.

I would agree if you said they had the personality of a wet sandwich with the confidence of a medieval King, but that didn't stop my cock from twitching excitedly. They were all here from sports scholarships or daddy's connections, the group of them couldn't string a sentence together if they worked with one another. What attracted me to them was the brash confidence that only a frat boy could have. The cocky and egotistical nature of a handsome frat boy made my cock ache with want, and my hole begged to be used and abused.

In my awe, I failed to see them catch onto me. "Hey!" Caught my attention, and my blood ran ice cold.

It was Matty, I only knew of his name from a friend of a friend, but I couldn't look away. I was frozen in place when he threw me a threatening smirk that would have usually melted my resolve. He opened his arms to give a better view of his body, and I should have looked away then, but I didn't.

With light blond curls at the top of his head, he was a vision of the frat boy/stoner type that made my mouth dry. In the summer I liked to walk past the frat house as he worked out on the front porch. The grunts, the sweat, the pumped and flexing muscles all got my knees weak. If by chance, I get close enough to smell the intoxicating scent of his fresh sweat, I had to run immediately before he noticed the tent in front of my trousers.

I was never into smells or sweat before Matty, but he wasn't like anyone else's. Musky, masculine with a hint of animal and earth. In my fantasy, he doesn't shower after a post summer work out, instead he uses my tongue to clean him. Sucking on his sweaty, hot balls, rolling them with my tongue until he's ready to fuck me.

When I didn't react to his attention, he grabbed his cock and shook it in front of me like he was showing me that he knew what I wanted but couldn't get. I gasped and the smirk turned into a chuckle now he's finally broken me. His cock looked average in his giant paws for hands, but in my smaller hands? It would be huge.

I could feel the hard, embarrassed blush that dashed across my cheeks quicker than I could run away. Finally my body unfroze and I turned to run with a gaggle of laughs that chased me to the next street and out of view. I felt sick to my stomach, the humiliation of the situation and knowing EVERYONE will know I was caught staring by the end of the day. I didn't exactly have a presence in the popular groups, but now I would be labelled a pervert.

I covered my body with my tote bag on my way home, and decided to have a cold shower as soon as I got in. I refused myself the pleasure of touching my swollen and aching cock. It was my punishment for being such a slut in public that it would ruin my attempts at being accepted at university. Instead, I put on a fresh baggy top and boxers before I crashed onto the sofa. With the heat of the flat, it was all I could handle without becoming a puddle of sweat and shame.

Instead of reading The Great Gatsby, I decided to watch the film to refresh my memory. I had read it many times in highschool, and all I needed was a little refresher. My wet hair left a damp spot in the pillow which kept my head softly cool, it was a nice change from the suffocation of this unexpected heat.

Just as the familiarity of the scenes were pierced through my forgetfulness, a knock on my door pulled me from the lavish scenes and to the plain white door. In anticipation of a delivery man, I whipped the door open and exposed myself to the man on the other side of the door.

My body froze again when I laid eyes on Matty standing at my door. I didn't know if I should run, cry, or beg to be left alone. The fear that ran through me was hot like lightning and my breath was stolen violently. He must have come here straight from the car wash as his low jeans showed the colour of the boxers he was wearing earlier peaked over the denim. A damp, plain top hugged every curve of his body, and I stood in almost nothing but my shame.

"Ple... Please... I'm sorry. I wasn't, I didn't mea-" I whimpered pathetically, my chest and throat vibrating with horror.

He rolled his baby blue eyes and pushed me into the flat with a large hand on my weak chest, forcing both of us into the flat. I tried to look for an escape, a chance to run and hide from the attack I was about to endure. Matty, however, didn't attack me and instead he pulled at the loose button on his jeans.

"I'm not going to fucking hurt you, faggot." His tone was simpler than harsh, something akin to annoyance rather than wrath. "I'm just going to fuck you."

In a millisecond, it felt like I had died and come back to life again a thousand times. He couldn't be serious. He was just waiting for me to accept before he beat me with those giant fists. I shook my head slowly, scared at what his reaction would be.

"Stop playing hard to get like a woman. I know fags like me, you know how many I've seen looking at me?" He let go of his now open jeans and pulled the plain, white top over his head to expose his hard, muscled body. He discarded the fabric with a throw to the side.

"Now, don't get excited and think I'm gay, because I'm not. I'm fucking backed up and unlike a woman, I don't have to be nice to you to make you suck my dick." The statement pulled me out of the trance he had put me in.

"Asking a man to suck your dick is gay." I muttered, unsure where the confidence came from.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling. And you're sucking my dick, I'm not sucking yours. And you're getting fucked, I'm not." He growled through gritted teeth showing just how much he didn't want to be perceived as gay.

"And you're not going to hurt me?" I asked after a pregnant pause.

I hated how beautiful his smirk was once he realised he had me where he wanted me. He threw himself on the sofa where I had been and made himself comfortable. A smirk of victory across his lips, lustful eyes and wide open legs, he sat like he owned me and this house. He lifted an arm up and gripped the back of the sofa by his head exposing his hairy armpit.

"No more than what you want." His words were sure, confident and ecstatic.

I would never be able to have him again, and no one would ever know I gave myself to him. There were no repercussions to this single night arrangement. I didn't want him as a romantic partner, especially not after I heard how he spoke to me. This was a man who fucked, not one you married. And in my moment of weakness, seeing him spread out for me, I caved and gave in.

The devilish smirk was in full force, mocking me as I walked closer and straddled his lap. With his body like this, open and ready for me, my brain lapsed and I could concentrate on anything other than his bulging muscles. Out of habit, I leant forward to capture his lips before a warning look in his eyes warned me not to.

"The fuck did I say?" He asked, his voice dipped low in a mocking tone.

"I'm the fag, not you." Being expected to say such a vile thing made my cock ache for attention, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding into his open lap.

The chuckle ran that left his chest rattled through my body, and the humiliation raced through me. If I was going to be a slut for a man who treated me like this, I wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself too. I moved down his body to kiss and suckle on his muscular neck, his stubble dug into my lips with a sharp bite into my lips.

The rule that he just accepted pleasure while I have to give it to him went through my mind, and I jumped through the mental loops of how to find the exception to the rule. And if he wasn't going to reciprocate then I will take what I can have. I ran my hands over his body, feeling his muscled body under my weak palms.

Next, I moved down to that still open pit. I had a lot of female friends, and I knew their stance on how men smell. They hated it, and wanted them to clean if they did smell so how he'd react to my tongue could be aggressive, but this was my one chance.

I dug my nose into the hair, and he twitched as a reflex before relaxing again in curiosity. He smelled like man, salt, earth, and a small hint of the soap they used for the cars. I ground down on him harder, I didn't want to touch myself now on his lap. He would probably throw me off of his lap if I dared.

With a renewed confidence, I swiped a flat tongue over the hair to taste the salty fleshy. It's like he was made for me with the way my body reacted to his scent and taste.

"Fuck, you like that, huh?" He laughed with a tone of mocking but I could feel his cock harden against mine. If I knew anything, it was how to worship a God of a man and he enjoyed it as much as I was.

Once I was done enjoying his armpit, I crawled down his body with kissing lips down his large chest and down to his muscled abs. It was my tongue that caused his hips to jump closer as I grazed between his hips with my wet tongue.

The moan he gave me was like pure gold as payment, it was everything I wanted it to be. The sound was deep, gritted and masculine. It was a little reminder of just how strong and in control he was.

The trousers were already undone, and I pulled the heavy cock from its confinements and sat back in awe at the feeling of it in my hand. Still not fully hard, I could see he was uncut and not shaved. My mouth watered and I couldn't stop myself from wanking his cock in my soft grip as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I moaned, feeling the wiry hair against my sensitive tongue. The taste of his sweat against my tongue was intoxicating, and sucked on the flesh for more of the taste. I couldn't get enough.

I pushed my face into his crotch, breathing in his sweaty crotch scent with the same taste in my mouth. Once I was sure I had cleaned one ball, I moved to the other and rolled my tongue against the savoury flesh. My free hand that wasn't pulling at his hard cock, moved over his strong thighs, and up to his stomach. I loved the feeling of his stomach tensed under the pleasure I gave him.

The soft, masculine pants filled my ears and I saved it in my mind for when I was alone. His pleasure would be the perfect material for a late night tug for when I was alone.

"Oh, fuck!" He growled, and I moaned around the balls in my mouth.

A hard, strong hand tugged at my hair aggressively. My head was pulled up to the red, weeping cock head. I couldn't control myself, I wrapped my lips around the hot, swollen mushroom head. My tongue lapped at the tip, and I moaned in response to the salty bitterness against my taste buds.

With one hand securing him at the base, I worked methodically to ease my throat into the sheer size of him. I took an extra inch with each drop of my head. I didn't want to gag, I wanted to show off my skills but my throat had other ideas. I gagged loudly, the hand on my head pushed harder to hold me down. The moan was more pathetic this time, filled with more want as he held my head in place and thrust into my wet, warm mouth.

It was perfect, he was perfect. He used my throat like it was a pussy without a worry of my wellbeing. I felt used, abused and painfully aroused at the action. I wanted him for his body, and I wanted him to treat me like a fuck toy, and without a word he used me well.

Spit dribbled down his cock and down my chin, tears wet my cheeks and I sniffled as he paused to allow me a breath. "Fuck! You take cock so well."

I know my cheeks were burnt red, but the blush on his cheeks and chest made my heart beat faster. He looked so good with lust across his skin. His hand never left my hair, even though I had just had his cock pound my tonsils, it felt bizarrely intimate. I relished in it, and pressed kisses to his shaft as I caught my breath. His fingertips gripped my head tightly as I reached the tip, and I knew he was ready for more.

Already swollen lips wrapped around his painfully hard shaft, I sucked until he began to thrust into my throat again. I palmed my own cock in my boxers, the feeling of his cock violating my mouth and the guttural sounds of my gagging made my cock weep in my boxers. I wanted to learn every inch of his cock, every vein and slight curve until I was an expert in making him moan.

"Think you can take the whole thing and hold it? Never had anyone do it before." He asked, his voice caked in want.

Whether he was lying, I didn't know, but the competition to be the best cocksucker he had fuelled me. I took a deep breath and readjusted myself on my knees. In one quick motion, I took his cock almost down to the base and moaned when I heard his groans of approval. I shook my head side to side, stretching my throat out so I could take the last inch.

The feeling of his pubes against my nose felt like a prize in itself, I had taken the biggest cock I had ever seen and it was Matty's.

"Yes, yes, stay there. One, two, three-" I looked up at his excitement through watering eyes. I pushed on my cock again, I was being a good fuck toy. "Four, five-" I pulled off his cock, coughing at the intrusion in my throat. "If you want lube, be quick." He tilted his head towards the row of doors that was the rest of my flat, and I chased after the instruction.

With plumbing hands, I found the small bottle of lube statched away in a cabinet. It was unscented and tasted terrible, but I knew he couldn't be eating my ass after what he said with such conviction. I rushed back to find he had stripped his clothes and put them in a pile beside where he had sat.

On his knees, his cock stood proud and high, he stroked himself softly and it took my breath away. He opened his hand for the lube and grabbed me, spun me around and flattened me on the floor with one arm motion. He crawled over my legs until he reached my boxers where he pulled the down to expose my hole. I had never been happier that I showered prior.

Almost shaking with desire, I couldn't believe what was happening. His hands pawed at my cheeks, he gripped and man handled my flesh to his own enjoyment. He stopped after a harsh slap and then poured the cold lube on my hot hole.

The tip grazed my hole, spreading the lube across both of us. The feeling sent sparks of pleasure through my body and I couldn't stop myself from pushing up to feel more.

"It'll hurt a lot more if you don't relax." The realisation that he wasn't at least sticking a finger in me shook me to my core. He had the cock of a giant Monster can and expected me to take it easily? I should have known better but I gritted my teeth and forced my body to relax.

"That's it..." he growled as he watched the head sink into my hole.

It felt like a truck was tearing me apart, but I panted through the initial pain. The lube allowed a slick slide as he continued to push and groan in my ear. It felt never ending as his length refused to end until I could feel him so suffocatingly deep inside my body. My hole was stretched too wide, my body too full, and I was in heaven with how much of a sloppy whore he had made me.

The weight and heat of his body became more as he dropped lower onto my back and I felt his solid body against mine. I could feel just how big he was compared to my smaller frame, and it only made my trapped cock pound harder for a hard, powerful fuck.

The slow slide out of me made me feel so empty and I whined at the feeling pathetically, I didn't want to be without his cock now I had a taste of it. He snapped his hips forward and forced his cock back inside of me until his hips were firmly against my body. The snap had stolen my breath, his cock had stolen my will to do anything but to submit for the brute.

"Feel good, baby?" He asked in a mocking tone like it was a game to him and he was winning.

Matty dropped down on his forearms and wrapped a meaty bicep under my chin to hold me tight against him. I couldn't run, I couldn't stop him even if I wanted it, and I loved the helplessness of it all. I was unequivocally his in that moment.

The pace quickened, he slid in and out of my sensitive, attention starved hole. With each pound, each push inside of my wet hole, he grunted in my ear with a satisfied approval of the pleasure I gave him. I whimpered in return to his question, and kissed and worshipped his biceps and enjoyed just how sweaty he had become.

In the mess of the situation, he shifted and accidentally thrusted head first into my prostate. I didn't think he cared about me getting off, but the loud moan that ripped through my chest seemed to encourage him. He bounced on my ass quicker and pressed his smile into my shoulder before he sunk his teeth into my flesh. The bite was painful but the pain mixed with the full body pleasure and spun gold through my veins.

"Oh, ooooh, fuck, Matty, so fucking good, fuck." I muttered without realising what I had said.

The thrusts slowed until I clawed at his arm with worry that he had finished and would leave me so needy. "Say that again." His voice was firm, demanding, and commanded respect.

"You feel so fucking good, Matty, so fucking good. I love your cock so much." With each word, his thrusts sped up until I was a mess of shaken words and trembling under him.

The battering of my prostate continued, and I placed my head on his arm, unable to hold myself up as the pleasure raced through my body. I felt so blessed that it ached painfully as he danced on the line of overstimulating my body. The pleasant ache in my stomach and cock made me whimper.

"I'm going to cum, fuck, I'm gonna..." My ability to speak was snatched from my body as my orgasm built until I was only a shell of my pleasure and his cock.

The pleasure was blinding, my legs shook and the noises that fell from my lips were not in my control. With my cock trapped under my body, I only felt the embarrassment of cum trapped under my stomach and chest.

Whether he knew or didn't care that I had finished, didn't stop his assault on my body as he chased his own release. "Tell me how much you want my cum inside of you." He moaned, his breath and thrusts became erratic.

"I want your cum inside me, please, please cum in my hole." I whimpered back, I wanted him to cum to stop the blinding and painful pleasure against my hole.

I felt his cock twitch and his cum splatter my insides, he used my hole softly to drag out the last few ropes of his precious seed while he groaned in my ear. It sounded like the angels calling, and I wondered how I was so blessed to hear something so beautiful.

Too quickly, he pulled out of my body and my hole clenched for it to be back inside me. Even this overstimulated, my body still begged for him. I spun around, and laid rather than sat on my ass. He pulled his clothes on slowly, his body shiny with a sheen of sweat.

"Thanks, man. I needed that." He sighed like he had finished a night at the gym, body exhausted from our activities.

The nonchalant nature of it all reminded me of his previous comments. I was just a fuck but the excitement of it was enough to reassure me that it was a good idea. I stood and adjusted my boxers to cover myself.

"If you ever need a quic-" He cut me off with a chuckle.

"I know you're available for cock whenever I want." He was right, and I hated that he was right.