Fucked by Ex-Con at the Rail-house
All persons in this story are 18+
This is a true story.
A few years ago I went back to university after failing out the first time.
I lived in a big city in Australia but I had to go to a rural university as it was the only one I could get into.
Luckily, the Exercise Science degree there was still pretty good.
But the dick options were limited.
At 26, the other boys at the university didn't quite fullfil my craving for older men.
One night I was looking through grindr at the usual blank profiles and pictures of sunsets, when a new blank profile hit me up.
"Hey Stud, looking?"
I didn't normally respond to these kinds of texts from blank profiles, but for some reason, perhaps boredom, or horniness, I decided to respond.
"Might be, who's asking?"
Less than 30 seconds later I received a picture. Dick pic. Uncut. Big. Curved up and slightly right.
It was mouthwatering.
I responded.
"Hot"
And I sent a few nudes of my own back.
"Hot pics stud. I've just gotten out and I'm horny as fuck.
There aren't any girls who are down to just fuck, but the boys in jail were easy.
You easy?"
I took a moment to respond.
I knew there was a jail nearby because I'd fucked a bored warden last month. But I'd never encountered an ex-con in town before.
I felt brave and invincible, so why not?
I responded.
"Yeah I'm easy, you fucked any of those boys in jail"
He responded right away.
"Nah. Didn't want any of them.
Didn't want to get a reputation.
But I've been out for a bit and the girls ain't biting.
Can I fuck you raw?
I was on prep, so again, why not.
"Yeah man, let's do it"
He sent me a location.
I jumped in the shower and cleaned up.
I got dressed in jeans and a singlet.
Decided commando would suit the situation.
I checked myself out before I left.
I'm 6'1. I was twinkish when I was younger, but I'd been working out for a few years.
I'd put on a little muscle on my chest and arms, but I was a sprinter so my legs stood out as my most muscular feature.
My muscular legs gave me a muscular, round ass
I definitely didn't look feminine, but hey. If the ex-con couldn't find tail, he could certainly find ass.
I slinked out of the dorm, avoiding the other students hanging about. I didn't want to answer any questions.
I was broke and didn't have a car so I had to walk. The guy was across town, somewhere I hadn't been before. I sent the guy a message.
"Omw, 20 mins"
"Ok"
The walk took 25 mins.
Google maps took me through a part of town I hadn't been too.
There was a railway line coming up, and the maps said the place was just over the bridge.
There wasn't much else around. The other houses were well back, and it was sort of sitting in a scrub or bushland area.
And it was foggy.
Creeped me tf out.
I messaged the guy.
"Uh, dude. Is your place an old railway station?"
He took ages to respond.
I stood around, free-balling in my jeans in the cold, wondering what the fuck I was doing and why I didn't wear a jumper.
I gave up.
25 min walk back. Great.
But 2 mins into my walk he messaged.
"Sorry mate, didn't think you were coming. Yeah it's the railhouse.
I'm in room 16"
I decided to turn back. Again. I'd come all this way.
"And what's your name?"
"Greg"
I went back to the railhouse. I learnt from some friends the next day that the railhouse was a halfway home for guys who have just left jail but haven't found a place yet.
I saw someone standing on the old platform as I got closer.
I called out
"Greg?
No answer
So I called a bit louder
"Greg?!"
"Nah mate, not Greg"
The guy responded.
I freaked the fuck out and ran around the other side of the building.
I was done, totally done.
Was any dick worth this?
But then I saw his room number, and the light on.
I steeled myself and walked over to knock.
The door opened, and Greg stood there.
"Get in now!" He hissed.
I jumped inside.
"Anyone see ya mate?"
"Umm, some guy out smoking. I thought he was you."
"Ha, Davo ain't a bad sort. She'll be right"
I turned back to the guy, nerves jittery and strung out.
I was pretty sheltered, but I could finally sense I had done something a little dangerous.
The guy was hot though, and he could see I was shaken.
He slowly stepped close to me.
He was wiry, a touch shorter, a touch older. And hot as fuck, in a rough kind of way.
He grabbed my arms
"Ya did good mate.
We're cool in here.
Want to fuck?"
I laughed nervously.
"Yeah man."
He fisted my singlet and dragged it over my head. Then he ran his hands over my chest, exploring.
My skin was smooth. Lightly hair on my chest, but it was soft.
His hands were cracked and hard. Like a tradie.
His hands went lower and around my back. They slipped under my beltless jeans and cupped my ass.
"Nice" he whispered.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but he pushed at my chest to stop me.
"None of that mate"
One hand grabbed my ass cheek hard, and he kept his other hand on my chest.
He used that to direct me to turn around.
I dutifully obeyed his wordless direction.
His hands kept exploring, running over my ribs, my waist.
His left hand snaked around and pushed me by my stomach into him.
He was wearing sweatpants, and I could feel his hard dick on the small of my back.
He put both hands on my waist and pumped his hips into my ass. Pulling my body to meet his with each pump.
I could feel his length with each pump.
"You ready?" He whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, fuck me dude"
His hands on my waist grabbed my jeans and yanked them down. My now hard and leaking dick popped out. But he ignored that.
Instead I heard him spit and I felt him pump his dick in his hands a few times.
And very quickly I felt his tip up against my hole.
He wasn't wasting any time.
He spit again on my hole and his dick, and then he started to push inside.
I had lubed a bit when I was cleaning up earlier, otherwise I don't think this would have worked so well. He didn't exactly slip in. But with some residual lube and some spit it seemed managable. And he was hard as fuck. And he wasn't backing off.
He just kept pushing inward.
He entered me with one long, and slightly too fast slide.
All the way in one move.
We were still at the door to his place.
And I guess that's where we were staying.
He started pumping.
"Fuck man, no bitches have let me do anal before.
This is tight"
I was taller than him so the angle wasn't perfect. But I was getting into it now and the nerves had turned into horniness.
"It might be easier on the bed?" I suggested.
He pushed me forward, careful to keep his dick as deep inside me as possible.
We tried staying like that as we climbed onto the bed, but he slipped out and I fell forward.
I laughed and twisted to look back at him.
He was still fully dressed, big dick wet and sticking out the top of his sweatpants.
I reached down to stroke myself, and he moved.
He grabbed my hand and pushed it away.
"Nah man, this is just for me.
I don't want to see no dicks"
It made me a little nervous again.
He took his sweats off and climbed onto the bed.
"Face down" he commanded.
I obeyed.
He spit again, directly on my hole.
And then he shoved his dick inside me.
From this angle I could feel his length, and it felt good.
I got the feeling he wasn't the most comfortable that I was a man, so I kept my face down and tucked my dick between me and the bed.
He started pumping.
Full length strokes from tip to base.
Rhythmic and smooth.
I was in heaven.
He slammed in and he was unrelenting.
The dick was so big, I felt it fill the whole of me.
Dude was grunting like nothing else as well.
I lay there underneath him, not moving.
I had loosened up after a while, so I started to clench down. Most tops couldn't last long when I did that, but he didn't show any signs of letting up.
After a while of this, the tempo changed.
He grabbed my shoulders and started thrusting with force.
I pushed back into him with each stroke.
The grunts started coming quicker.
A full 10 minutes later, the grunts became one long grunt/sigh, and he buried himself deeply inside me.
And then he collapsed on top of me.
Sweaty and panting. He'd clearly just come.
"Fuck mate, ts' been a while"
I let him lay there.
I figured he might do the straight guy, post nut panic, and I didn't want to provoke that if I could help it.
But he just lay there inside me until he started getting soft.
I waiting a fair bit. And after a while I heard him snoring slightly!
I was intimidated, but I was also turned on by the whole situation.
I let him sleep for a bit. Still inside me.
I waited maybe 30 or 40 minutes before I decided that was probably enough.
I went to gently push him off me and onto the bed so I could make my escape.
But he snorted and woke up.
"No" he said softly.
"Wait a sec"
In a few minutes he started to get hard again. He went from soft to hard while still inside.
He gave a couple of pumps, the full tip to base action, but then he slipped out.
"Damn man, maybe I should have fucked the boys inside"
He grinned at me.
I turned around on the bed to face him properly.
"You liked my ass?" I asked?
"Fuck yes man"
He looked down at my dick.
"May I?"
I nodded.
He reached forward and squeezed my dick. After the fucking I'd just taken, and the way my dick had been ignored before, this felt like heaven.
I immediately got hard.
He played with my cock for a bit, just squeezing and a few tugs before stopping.
"Hmmm, sorry mate. Doesn't do anything for me.
This however"
He dropped my dick and reached over to slap my ass.
"Fucken, any time mate. I'd take that ass any time."
We chatted for a bit, but he made it clear that's all I would get from him.
I told him how nervous I had been, and how that man outside had freaked me out.
"Oh fuck dude, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were scared!"
He turned out to be pretty nice.
And genuinely seemed to be a straight guy who would fuck anything, but definitely wasn't into dick.
We made plans to meet again, and I dressed and walked home.
I jerked myself off in the shower when I got back home.