Breached

        My eyes bulged. Instinct had me trying to pull away even as Cade leant into me, pinning me to the mattress. Despite my knowledge of how big he was before my ankles had gone around his shoulders, my knees tucked in my armpits, my bum raised off the bed, and his dick pressed against my arsepucker. I had just taken his eleven inches with that four inch wide helmet in my mouth and down my throat, lathering him up with my spit for this moment. I had rolled the condom down along his tool. I had lubed him up too. Now I had it pushing at my sphincter.

Yeah, I knew how big Cade was. And I still wanted him fucking me. It was just getting past the entrance of his invasion.

"Open up for me, Brian," he whispered against my ear.

I shut my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pushed down - willing myself to stretch for him. The bell end of his latex-covered dick pushed through the sensitive nerve endings in my arselips. Then the rest of that helmet followed and the nerve endings at my backdoor went into overload.

He held there to give me time to adjust to him being inside me. My arse hiked a foot off my bed, my fingers clawing the sheet under me, the head of his dick just inside my bowel. My soft dick hid fearfully within its cowl of skin. My mind wandered as my body adjusted to Cade inside me.

Early September's afternoon sunlight flooded our room in the hall of residence. It covered his back and warmed my feet around his neck. His bed was across the room from mine and against the far wall, our two desks separated it from mine. Us on my bed. The towel he'd worn from the shower was dropped on the floor beside us. My clothes were thrown beside it.

Cade with the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and hips. Cade with the short sandy-coloured hair and green eyes. Cade with the mat of hair on his chest and in his pits. Cade with the dick of death. My new roommate in this hall of residence had just breached my arsehole.

I had met Cade the previous night when I arrived from London. He helped me unload the cab and understand the strange money so I could pay the driver. We chatted a bit but eight o'clock in the evening in Iowa was two o'clock in London; and my body was still operating on Greenwich Mean Time. I crashed without even taking off my jeans and shirt.

I travelled almost four thousand miles to this university, to this room in Ames, Iowa, for this?

How in bloody hell could a Yank be so much bigger than English and German boys? I couldn't believe circumcision made the damned things bigger.

The pain ebbed quickly. In moments, I just felt full.

"Ready for the fuck of your life?" Cade mumbled and nibbled at my earlobe.

My hands found his back. Their fingertips traced his spine down to the beginning of his arseglobes and spread his cleft. "I think so," I mumbled.

I felt the muscles of his backside flex and his abdomen pressed my balls into my thighs. I felt inch after inch of American prick plough ever deeper into my bowel. His helmet pushed against my love gland before it passed it, then the long inches of his shaft massaged it. My dick thickened in response, its skin-covering stretching wide. His thatch ground against the back of my balls. I was more stretched than I had ever been before.

I took a deep breath and smiled up at him watching me. And gripped both his arseglobes. "Shag me, mate."

I tightened every muscle I had in my guts around his shaft as it withdrew from me. His belly moved against my balls as his backside evened itself out under my fingers. The flange of his cockhead stopped just my side of my arsering. He paused a moment before he slammed his bloody prick back into me.

I groaned as a good kind of pain shot out of my arse and spread through my body. My dick lengthened and its bell end peeked from its cowl.

* * *

"You like American cock, don't you, Brian?" he asked and ground his pubes against my balls and thighs, his belly stroking my dick. "You want it fucking your ass. That's what you're going to have the rest of this year - my meat buried in your butt."

Cade quickly lapsed into a Royal Marine push-up regimen as he fucked me - only, he stayed on his knees and elbows over me. His backside levelled out and his upper body lifted off me - his helmet remaining in my bowel. He fell back into me, his balls plopping against my raised backside and his belly moving across my dick as his thatch approached my balls and opened thighs. I was fully aroused under him, my skin bunching behind my helmet and my dick leaking precome. His lips nibbled my ears, caressed my cheek, kissed my eyes, brushed my lips. His fingers moved to possess my nipples.

I was already used to Cade's big dick being in me, stretching me wide. I gave myself up to the sensations flowing through me like a rushing stream.

My balls were tight on my dick as, first his stomach and then his thatch moved across them and my seven inches. I felt my bollocks churn. Muscles everywhere in me tightened in anticipation.

My bowel grabbed at his dick fiercely, clamping down on all eleven of his thick, hard inches. He held himself against me, his thatch against the back of my balls, his belly holding my prick between us and ground his thatch against me. My fingers gripped his arsecheeks tight and I let myself go as I held him in me.

I cried out unintelligibly as the first volley of jizz ricocheted off his chest and splattered my nose.

My feet danced on the air above us as my second covered my chest. He continued to grind against my bum, his dick massaging my love gland. He grinned down at me as I let go with my third load. "You like my cock in you, don't you?"

"Yeah."

I shuddered as he slipped back into his regimen and my bum ground against his groin in welcome.

I held onto his waist loosely, relishing the slippery feel of sweaty, smooth flesh.

"How many times can you shoot before I let go, Brian?"

"You didn't come?"

He shook his head, his bollocks slapped my backside, as he ground against my bum.

I stared up at him in surprise. My mates had always fucked me until they came. Fortunately, I was sensitive everywhere after, so I got off as fast as they did. This American hadn't come. He was ploughing my bum still. I was staying aroused. Bloody hell! I was in for it now.

I raised my head and our lips touched. His tongue slid into my mouth before I could even think.

His bollocks still hit my upper buttocks, his big dick still familiarly possessed my bowel and massaged my prostrate, his pubes still ground into my balls, and his belly still massaged my meat.

His tongue now owned my mouth. My balls tightened on my shaft and my dick leaked continuously.

"Come with me this time," I begged, laying my head back against the pillow and looking up at him. I wanted to feel him grow inside me. I wanted to feel his body shudder on top of me. Against me. I wanted us to do so together.

"Maybe." He grinned and nuzzled my neck with the tip of his nose. "Your ass belongs to me, doesn't it?"

Did I accept that?

I didn't see where I had much choice in the matter. His dick was buried in my arsehole and he had already made me come once already. I was getting close again. I could feel my bollocks churning.

"Yeah."

"Show me how much you want it, Brian. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

I stared up at him. The tempo of his regimen in my guts didn't change. My love gland threatened to overload again. I got closer to another explosion. "Shag me," I told him. "Fuck my arse good."

"Just this one time?"

I shook my head on the pillow. "No! Bloody hell, no," I growled. "I want you shagging me all the time. I want to feel your dick deep in my bum."

I couldn't imagine it being anywhere else. It had been inside me and feeding me every sensation I ever associated with sex and then some. His dick owned my arse. All eleven inches of it and the three inch width of his helmet. My arse belonged to cute, country boy Cade. To his dick and what it did for me.

Cade's movement in and over me remained steady. His lips had returned to my ear and his teeth nibbled at the lobe. My face was hot. My body was hot. I tasted my sweat. My bollocks rode my shaft close. My arsemuscle gripping furtively at his shaft's movement in me. "Come with me," I mewled, my arms finding their way around my thighs that my hands could hold the crown of his head.

"Not yet, Brian."

He chuckled when he saw the surprise on my face. "You've got to want me. You've got to know what I can do for you and want me doing it."

Bloody hell! My love gland was beyond anticipation. It accepted this bloke as its long time mate.

My muscles were giving up trying to grip him. They'd never known the exercise regimen he was introducing them to. And my dick ...

I wheezed. I gasped for breath as the farm boy from Iowa continued to plough my arse. I gave up. My syrup spread between us, pumped slowly out of me. Covering his body hair with spunk over and over again as he continued to plough my arse.

My arms fell to the bed in exhaustion. My hands rested numbly over either side. Even my arsemuscle could no longer grip at his dick as it continued to move inside me at its steady pace. I surrendered.

He ground his hips against me as he raised my buttocks higher. His thighs pressed together and pushed his balls into my backside. He buried all of himself in me, his pubes now pressing in on either side of my hole. Cade knelt beneath me, holding my arse at his groin.

My dick, too, surrendered, its bell end slipping within its cowl as it flopped across my thatch.

Cade's steady ploughing now governed its movement as it sprang from one side of my groin to the other.

No Briton and no German had ever skewered me so thoroughly as this American had done. As he continued to do.

"Tighten it up, Brian. You're getting as loose as some old pussy."

I stared up at him as he pushed all of himself into me again. And laughed. "There's nothing left to tighten, mate," I mumbled as he pulled completely out of me before slamming back into me. "You've used it up."

He studied me suspiciously as his knob pulled out of me only to slam back into me. "You're worn out already?" he finally asked, grinding his pubes against my spread bum. He pulled out of me again and punched at the cleft floor above my arsehole.

I nodded as he wiggled his hips and his dick plopped easily back into me. "Really?"

"I don't have anything left, Cade," I groaned, shut my eyes, and permitted my head to loll on the pillow. "You're going to have to get off by yourself, mate."

"Goddamn it!" he growled above me and started to slam into me hard and fast. Sweat quickly beaded across his forehead and lip. His breathing became ragged as he grunted his way into my arsehole over and over again. "I'm going to get off in your ass, boy. You better know that."

His thrusts quickly became shorter and faster. "I'm going to fuck your ass forever, Brian," he gasped. "You aren't going to be able to sit down when I'm through with your butt - not without thinking of my dick in it."

His brow furrowed with concentration. His face glistened with sweat. He pounded into me. "I'm going to have to train you. A good-looking guy like you - a guy with a butt like yours - you need muscles that go the distance."

Cade wheezed like a railway train above me. His dick was a piston in my arse. I tried to clamp down on him but my muscle had given out on me. I'm close!' he hissed and slammed into me again.

His helmet grew larger deep in my gut. He pushed all of himself into me, his thighs pressed his balls into my buttocks. I looked up to see him shut his eyes and throw his head back. His body hardened against me as he went rigid.

"Yeah!" he growled as I felt his first rope of jizz erupt into the reservoir of the condom deep inside me.

I took a deep breath and, smiling, managed to send my hands to his backside. I held him against me and knew my arse belonged to Cade. This was going to be a pleasant year after all - even if I did have to spend it in Iowa. I was going to be a well-fed and thoroughly satisfied Briton.