2. The Masked Stranger

Anderson gasped heavily, but he was so overwhelmed by the rapid gush of blood to his cock that he didn’t even bother to resist. He closed his eyes, feeling the hardness behind him and then a hand slowly slid down his chest and gripped his cock hard. Anderson’s breath hitched and he turned around swiftly, his lips itching to be kissed. Their lips crashed against each other’s. Anderson’s hot breath fanned the stranger’s cheeks and he grunted when his zipper was undone and he felt the hard palm on his bare dick.

The masked guy suddenly stopped and took a step backwards, “This is your first time, huh?”

Anderson gasped, he didn’t reply, he couldn’t. His body was on fire, he couldn’t explain the urge he felt, but he wanted to be touched and wrapped around the masculinity of the other man. He was breathing heavily and then the stranger nodded and stroked his dick faster. Anderson was in a different world of ecstasy. He suppressed his grunts until he couldn’t any longer, he had no idea what he wanted, but he was willing to do whatever the stranger said.

A hand slowly clasped around his neck and squeezed. Anderson shut his eyes, his heart racing all of a sudden as the bubbling excitement to explore a new world of pleasures engulfed him. The stranger’s deep voice came again, making Anderson shudder and his dick, which the stranger still held in his hand, bulged slightly.

“I asked you a question,” he said roughly, increasing the pressure he put on Anderson’s neck, “I like answers…quick, fast answers…I will ask you one more time. Is this your first time?”

Anderson’s eyes were dizzy by the time he opened them again. He could barely see a thing, the masked guy in front of him was just a blur image in the dark and that made it all the more exciting. He couldn’t see much, but he could hear…and feel.

“Yes…” he groaned hoarsely, “yes, it is.”

A smirk behind the mask.

“Too late,” he replied and Anderson yelled when he felt a hard knee to his inner thigh. A hand clamped over his mouth and another hand, strong on his shoulder brought him roughly to his knees.

His blurry vision caught a glimpse of the other guy’s dick before it was shoved into his mouth. Anderson’s mouth watered, feeling the strong, smooth hardness in his mouth. The stranger’s hand dug into his hair, roughly rocking his head back and forth. Anderson felt his dick slamming against the back of his throat and his body shuddered when his head was buried so low that the dick cap almost slipped down his throat.

“Fuck!” Anderson groaned, saliva dripping from his mouth when the hand let go of his hair. He took deep breaths, staring at his saliva that dripped from the dick in front of him, “Fuck…again…”

The stranger had his finger’s scraping against Anderson’s scalp as he mouth-fucked him. Anderson’s eyes lulled once and he enjoyed the occasional grunts from the guy whom he pleasured.

“Get up,” he commanded, stroking his dick as Anderson rose to his feet.

Anderson was breathing prettily heavily now. He was barely thinking, the alcohol was getting to his head, but he could feel something toying around his butt hole. He closed his eyes, waiting for the stranger to speak again, or grunt. A grunt, he wanted him to grunt. It made Anderson’s blood sizzle.

“Turn around,” came the command that made Anderson’s knees buckle, “you can call me Nico while I fuck you. It’s your first time, I’ll go easy on you.”

Anderson’s eyes widened when he felt Nico’s wet finger snooping around his butthole again, but weirdly enough, he loved it. In fact, he grew impatient as he anticipated the feel of that finger inside him. Nico’s finger finally slid into his butthole and Anderson shut his eyes. “Fuck!” he mumbled and grunted when the finger was withdrawn. His butthole twitched and squeezed, but opened up when Nico’s searching finger came again.

His eyes lulled as Nico finger fucked his ass slowly and then he felt a slimy substance caressing his butthole. Nico’s saliva served as the lubricant. He slipped to fingers into Anderson’s butthole which had now spread even wider. Anderson grunted again, feeling pain at first as Nico’s nails scrapped his skin, but then he felt an awkward pleasure brewing up within him, threatening to explode.

The slimy rhythm of Nico’s thrusts were driving Anderson crazy. Pain slowly transcended into pleasure. Pleasure into desire and desire into desperation. The foreign need to be possessed clouded his sense of reasoning. He wanted Nico badly, more than he had ever desired any woman in his life. Nothing else mattered but what Nico could give to him.

He grunted again and Nico’s hand grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back.

“You’re moaning like a little girl,” his deep voice cascaded into Anderson’s ear, “you want my dick, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he gasped, “fuck yes.”

Nico’s arms spread his butt cheeks as far as they could go and instantly, Anderson knew what was coming, but wasn’t ready for the excruciating pain that followed. A palm closed over his mouth firmly before he could scream. Anderson bit into his palm and even harder when a hand pressed down on his spine to make him arch his stiff back perfectly.

Nico was much stronger than him, so no amount of resistance could get him out of his grip. Another hand pulled his hair back roughly again as Nico’s heated stroke’s made Anderson’s body shudder.

Anderson felt his knees buckle at some point. Nico’s hot breath fanned his neck as he kept pounding into Anderson’s ass. The latter could feel his body weakening with each thrust, it was more of pain that pleasure for him now, but he didn’t want it to stop. Nico’s grip on his hair tightened and Anderson’s deep breath turned into exasperated, loud grunts.

“Fuck…y-yes…fuck me, Nico…”

Nico’s thrusts picked up pace and he started talking to Anderson.

“Oh fuck, your ass is so fucking thick!” he grunted and groaned, running his hands through Anderson’s hair, “fucking hell!”

He pulled out of Anderson and the latter felt a rush of air into his butthole. His legs shook vigorously and just when his body was about to crumble, Nico’s strong hand grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face to the wall. Anderson’s body was shaking by the time he felt Nico’s hardness in his ass again.

Nico’s thrusts were hard and faster now and Anderson was barely conscious. In his head, he imagined himself telling Nico to stop, but his words were barely audible and even if they were, Nico wasn’t listening. Nico’s hand still pressed his face to the wall while he stroked Anderson’s cock with his free hand. They were both sweating profusely, both breathing heavily and hardly thinking straight.

He grunted even more loudly and Anderson felt a hot gush of liquid splash in between his butt cheeks. Nico took a step back with his dick in his palm and an excited look in barely visible his eyes. Anderson was barely conscious at this point. He crumbled to the ground; his legs unable to hold up his weight. The pain he felt in between his ass was unbearable, but his mind focused on the satisfaction he felt. In no way had Jenny been able to give him this satisfaction.

Nico zipped up his trousers and ruffled Anderson’s hair as he opened the door, “See you around, pretty boy.”

Anderson grunted in pain as the door was slammed shut behind him. He wouldn’t walk anymore, at least not for now.

How was he planning on getting back to the dormitory in this state?