Singles apartment complex
I had just moved to Portland and didn't know anybody. I accepted the job because it paid well and I knew Portland was supposed to be a great place to live; lot's of beautiful scenery and a sizable young professional population.
I moved into an apartment complex that was geared towards young professionals. The facility had a small lounge in the complex along with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, volleyball courts, tennis and an exercise room.
I ran into a bunch of about 8 guys; all of us in our late twenties, single, and fit. We hit the clubs together, went skiing, biking and running together.
Most weekends we would meet on Friday evenings, have a few drinks, then go hit the nearby clubs. We typically would score two of the three weekends. Saturday mornings we would get together for some volleyball or tennis and share our exploits of the previous evening.
One of the guys in this crowd was Tim, a former professional football player. He was about 6'3", 220 lbs, great looking and very likable. He did better than the rest of us when we cruised for women.
This particular Saturday morning started just like all of the others. We were playing volleyball and sharing stories. The only difference, we played a bit longer than usual. As I drank my beer I realized I was a little tipsy. The rest of the group noticed also. Tim mentioned I should sit out the next game. I took his advice and sat down and nursed my beer. The group eventually started breaking up as everyone headed for their apartments to shower. Tim asked me if I wanted to watch the Oregon Ducks play their college game, I quickly accepted.
Tim lived in one of the high end suites in the complex and I didn't realize how nice they are. He let me in and I was instantly drawn to the window in his living room. It went from floor to ceiling and had a fantastic view of the city and the nearby mountains.
I just stared out the window as Tim made me a stiff drink. I supped away as he went to the bathroom.
I was still facing the window as he came back into the room. My drink was empty. He commented on my body.
"You've kept your self in great shape" he exclaimed as he grabbed my shoulders from behind.
"Thanks, I've always worked out"
"It shows" he said. "your arms are lean and defined" as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back.
"Most guys don't take care of themselves like you do" he went on.
As he ran his hands over my body he came closer and he quickly, skillfully, slid my shorts off.
I didn't know what to do or think. I wasn't gay but this sure seamed like a move from this stud football player. He grabbed my t=shirt and pulled it over my head.
As I was thinking of something to say his knees pushed into the back of mine and I went to the carpet. He came with me.
There I was, naked, in this bug guys apartment, on my knees. I didn't say anything, I was nervous.
"Yeah" he said as his hands continued running over my back. "You've stayed lean" "You're really in great shape"
Hi hands continued down my back and started squeezing my butt cheeks. I have to admit this did feel good. I wasn't sure how to proceed. This guy was obviously coming on, how do I tell him I'm not interested.
He kept squeezing my cheeks and every once and a while he would brush my balls. I felt my dick getting hard.
He slid a finger in my anus and I stiffened. It felt good but I knew what he wanted.
I could feel his breath as he moved behind me and slide his dick right next to my anus.
I kept thinking I should be resisting but I didn't.
As he entered me I felt instant pain and pleasure. It felt as if Tim was pushing a log into my ass.
Tim reached around and played with my dick and balls as his dick was firmly half way into my ass. I hurt, but his hands made me feel better. Soon he began working his dick further and further into me. Then he began slow strokes, in, out, in.
Every stroke hurt. Time caressed my shaft, making the pain somewhat easier.
Soon his moves picked up speed and he let go of my dick. He grabbed my shoulders and began pumping into me with regular strokes.
I couldn't believe this football start was fucking my sweet virgin ass and I wasn't doing anything about it.
Soon he grabbed my shoulders harder and began to moan. He was shoving his entire dick as far as it would go.
I could feel him throbbing in my ass, I knew he was close.
He moaned loud, arched his back and I could feel his dick pumping into my ass.
We both just held our pose.
He pulled out and suggested we head to the shower.
Once again, I didn't say anything, just followed.
He shower was bigger than my bedroom. He got the water going lukewarm in all three outlets. The spray was coming at me from all directions.
Tim soaped me all over and cleaned me. He then spent some time on himself. I glanced down as he was soaping his huge dick and noticed it was getting big again.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me to my knees, his dick right in front of me.
I knew what to do next. I grabbed his shaft and took the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip and he groaned.
"Oh that's good"
I ran my hand back and forth on his long shaft as I sucked the head of his dick for all it was worth.
I could feel him getting larger and larger and he placed his hands on the back of my head.
He grabbed my head and began thrusting his dick into my mouth. He was swelling and soon shot his load.
He didn't give me a chance, he kept his hands on my head so I was f***ed to swallow.
I fell back in the shower. H grabbed me and helped me to my feet. We headed to his bedroom.
We both lay on the bed and I fell asl**p with my head near his lap.
I awoke with a probing feeling in my anus. Tim had his finger there.
By this time I was sober and knew I wasn't comfortable with this arrangement.
He pulled me toward the middle of the bed and had me on my stomach.
He din't waste much time. He had already greased my ass and he pushed his bick dick into my ass again.
This time he fucked me much longer. I rose to my hand and knees and just pondered how I had gotten into this strange situation.
He eventually came and spanked my ass a Little bit.
As he cam back from the bathroom he threw me a hand towel.
"Hate to hurry on own" he said, " but I've got a dinner date, You'll have to take off now."
Now I knew how my dates felt, terrible.
I cleaned the bulk of the vaseline off my ass and got dressed.
As I was walking toward my apartment Tim drove by in his Mercedes convertible.
I wonder how many people in the complex he has fucked?
I realized it was probably everyone and all of us keep quiet!!!!