Primal Evening

This story is a hardcore fantasy featuring: domination/submission, age difference, rough oral, rough anal, armpit licking, foot worship, piss drinking.

There are moments in life when a feeling comes up and you suddenly realize who you are, and what you were made for. It's a mirror held in front of you, showing the image of your destiny. It comes out of love, or hate, or desperation. For me, it came out of primal lust. I realized my fate, my calling, in the arms of a stronger being. Looking back, I understand he was the personification of things I'd always craved. And I never lied to myself again.

I was 18 years old when I decided to lose my anal virginity. I'd never been with a man before, so the prospect of having my cherry popped made me nervous. Although I was a little scared, I wanted it more than anything else. I deeply fantasized about getting on my knees for a man, taking a fat cock in my mouth, and being dominated and fucked hard. I also fantasized about many other things. I was a very kinky guy.

But I was insecure. Growing up in a conservative area, I'd learned to be quiet and reserved, and to hide my feminine side. But most of all, I was insecure about my body. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I saw my naked flesh and wondered if I was desirable. I was slim and smooth, and a little on the short side. My face was round and boyish, and I had light brown eyes and red lips. My ginger hair was a light orange, and always short. My complexion was pink and covered in faint freckles.

I felt I'd been cursed with a feminine, skinny frame. My chest was tight and my belly was flat. My arms were thin, and I had a small ass - plump and round, but still small. My dick was pretty average, pink and smooth, like my tight butthole. I was smaller all around, compared to other guys my age. It made me an easy target for bullies.

It was summer. The warm air made me extra horny. I looked at myself firmly and thought "If you wanna do this, you gotta do it right". So the first thing was figuring out how to take care of my skin and my diet. I read some articles on the internet and learned to take care of myself regularly. I quit eating junk food in general, especially fried food, and avoided oily ingredients. I washed my face in the morning every day, or every time it felt dirty. After a few weeks, I started seeing results.

I also focused on my body hair. I didn't have that much at the time. My torso, my back and my butt cheeks were hairless. I had hair on my crotch, testicles and butthole, and on my armpits and legs. Shaving my legs would be difficult and awkward. I'd tried doing that before, but it felt uncomfortable afterward. A week before the big day, I shaved my armpits, crotch and butthole. It took me a good thirty minutes locked inside the bathroom, but the result was nice.

Sliding my fingers over my buttcrack, my pucker felt smooth and hairless, like hot butter. Shaving my testicles was a little bit more intimidating. A friend had told me you just need to use the same razor on them, and I hesitated at first. Turned out it was very easy. Testicles were less sensitive than I thought, and after ten minutes they were completely smooth.

Now the most intimidating part was looking for the right man. I knew I wanted two things: older and bigger. I felt attracted to older men, especially the masculine type. And I knew a big cock was a must. Long and thick would feel much hotter sliding in and out of my tight hole. So I started searching for men on the internet. I used dating apps and websites for hours, looking at photos of headless torsos, weird married guys and obnoxious gay men. Most men were not really my type, but I'd eventually find an older, masculine daddy type and say hello.

I knew I had to impress. I took photos of my naked torso, my dick and my butt, in sexy angles hiding my identity. Taking naked photos showing my face was a big no-no. With the right amount of natural lighting, I was able to make a small collection of photos of my attributes, and hoped the right man would be interested. Many guys refused me for being too young. Each rejection hurt. Most wanted to meet guys their age, and that broke my heart. And then some guys were interested in me, but I didn't find them appropriate for the job. I didn't give up - I was very determined to find the right man to deflower me.

Thankfully, a few hot men were interested in what I had to offer. The first one was an older bear, 35 years old, 5 foot 10, with a nice hairy belly and a bearded face. The second was a former jock, 40 years old, 6 feet, and a cocky attitude. The third was a burly 50-year-old, 6 foot 3, with big arms and a juicy chest. I sent them my sexy photos, and asked for cock pictures in return.

The bear and the jock had respectable cocks, but they weren't that hot. The burly 50-year-old had a big one, and it was the sexiest cock by far - it was long and thick, veiny and all natural. This man's name was Doug. I asked how long it was, and Doug answered it was 9 inches. Perfect for my tight hole, I thought.

We chatted for a few days. I told Doug I was a virgin, and that I wanted to have my first time with a big dominant man. Doug was intrigued by it, and was very friendly and paternal, and revealed he liked being dominant in bed. He didn't make me feel awkward or uncomfortable at all. He had a good sense of humor. He told me he was a single gay man living in the downtown area, and that he had an apartment and would be willing to meet soon.

When the special day came, I ate light foods and a lot of fiber. I read a detailed tutorial on how to clean your butt properly. I went to the bathroom, pooped everything I could, and washed myself with soap. I used a little small bottle to insert a bit of water inside my airtight hole, and then squirted it fast. The tutorial said you don't need to insert too much water, and it shouldn't go too deep, to prevent any mess. I followed every step and hoped for the best.

We'd planned to meet near a park in the downtown area, at 7 p.m. I was shaking when I left my parents' house and took the bus. I told my dad I was going to a watch a movie with a friend. Luckily he didn't ask any questions. Doug told me he'd be wearing a leather jacket, so I'd be able to identify him.

My knees were weak when I walked by the park. I was very nervous, and thought of giving up and going home. I was afraid somebody would recognize me. But even worse, I was afraid Doug was a bad guy. It took me a little bit of nerve to just stick around and wait. I looked around several times. The breeze was warm and the park was lit up and fairly popular. It was near the commercial area, so there were lots of people and cars passing by. That would keep me safe against a possible maniac, I thought.

I suddenly saw a big tall man standing nearby, with a cell phone in his hand. The man would look around shortly and stare at me. Then I noticed he was wearing a leather jacket on top of a white shirt, cargo shorts and leather flip flops. I received a message on my phone. It said "I'm right here." I felt my soul leave my body as I walked up to the big older man. Doug shook my small hand casually and nodded. He had piercing blue eyes, a mature face and a bald head.

"Nice to meet you, Hugo," he said.

"Hello, sir," I replied without thinking. My face went red immediately.

Doug smirked at me.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sure," I replied.

I followed the man past several blocks. I felt strange walking by his side - he was big and old enough to be my father. But my butthole was twitching in secret. He had a regular manly voice. He sounded gentle and educated, and we talked a little bit about the streets and the weather. Well, Doug talked mostly, while I agreed and answered with a few words. He took me into a residential building nearby. It was a regular building, not a fancy one - that made me slightly less nervous. Doug touched my shoulder with his warm hand and smiled.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yes, si-" I stuttered. "Yes, I'm alright. I've never done this before."

Doug chuckled.

"You can call me sir. I like it," he said in a friendly tone.

Doug took me to his apartment. It was nice and casual. There was a flat screen in the corner, a fat leather couch, a nice bookshelf and a kitchen in the background, with a small shelf filled with bottles I assumed were whisky. The air had a light hint of beer and cigars. The TV was on, tuned to a sports channel at low volume. Doug grabbed a beer bottle from the coffee table and took a few sips. I just stood there, having a closer look at him.

Doug was a big man, but not exactly overweight. His fat was well distributed on his muscular, juicy torso and heavy legs. His calves were equally juicy and muscular, and covered in a layer of hair. His feet were massive, veiny on top and reddish on the soles. He winked and offered me a soda.

"Thanks, I'm good," I said.

Doug finished his beer and approached me. We stood just a few inches from each other. I had to look up at him - my face only reached his chest. He grabbed my chin and smirked.

"You're really cute," he said.

"Thanks, sir," I replied.

"Are you sure you wanna be dominated?" Doug asked.

"Yes, sir, I've been thinking about it all week."

"Manhandled?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Alright. Let's pop this cherry. Follow me," Doug said casually.

I followed him into the bedroom. The place was warm and cozy, with a large bed in the middle. The curtains were closed and some warm lights were on. Still, I saw rays of street lights passing through the thin fabric. The evening was warm and wet, and I could feel the heat in the air, and a light, sweet musk slowly enveloping me - Doug's masculine fumes. I entered the bathroom to prepare myself, while Doug sat on the bed and took off his jacket.

When I closed the bathroom door, I thought to myself, "This is it. There's no going back now." I was inside a small and cozy bathroom. I quickly took off my clothes until I was completely naked. The bathroom tiles were dry and golden, and the air felt electric. There was a strong sexual tension in my mind. I felt it all over my body, pumping through my veins, and igniting a fire in my chest. I was so nervous. I was about to get buttfucked for the first time.

Outside the bathroom, the big manly stud waited for me. I knew Doug really wanted to fuck me. That man's body was filled with testosterone, and he was ready to teach me a lesson. He was about to manhandle me, throw me onto the bed and treat me like a bitch. I started shaking again. My pucker was twitching with the anticipation. I stared at my own body in the large mirror - the picture of a soft wimp stared back at me. "What am I doing here?" my mind panicked. Suddenly I just couldn't open the door. I stood there for two minutes.

"Are you ready, buddy?" the manly voice asked on the other side.

"Y-yes, sir!" I stuttered.

"Don't be shy. Come on, come to Daddy. You're gonna get fucked, buddy."

I held my breath and opened the door. A tall manly stud sat on the large bed, right in front of me. His legs were spread wide, and his strong features were exposed in his white tank top and cargo shorts. He was barefoot now, all manly and comfortable, a cocky grin spread on his naturally aggressive face. "Fuck," I thought. Doug wanted to eat me alive.

I found it hard to breathe, standing all naked in front of that big burly mountain. Doug's arms were muscular, gigantic, and the hair on his forearms was thick. His thighs were quite large, strong and hairy. He gestured for me to approach him, and as I did, he took off his tank top, exposing his hairy armpits in the process. His torso was strong and succulent, with a wide chest and a beer gut. His skin had an orange undertone, like a recent tan, that made him look stronger. I felt the need to get on my knees, especially because my legs felt like melting, but I controlled myself. I felt my face blush.

"Like what you see?" Doug asked, with a slight grin.

"You are so manly, sir," I noted sincerely.

Doug chuckled, observing my face. Then he flexed one bicep. It popped like a veiny mountain.

"Damn right I am."

The voice in my head said, "Maybe I should relax and stop being nervous. He's about to pound me..."

Doug stood up and approached me. I finally realized he was even bigger and taller than I thought. His mature tanned skin contrasted against my pale pink. His chest was dangerously close to my face, and he looked down at me and stared into my soul. My legs felt extra weak all of a sudden. I noticed my dick leak a drop of precum. I wasn't hard, but I knew I was internally excited.

"Hmm, naughty," Doug said.

He pinched my pink nipples and gave me goosebumps. He ran his manly hands over my torso, and then down my waist. His palms were hot and rough - the hands of a hard-working man. They slid all over my smooth skin, and then he took a step closer and reached for my butt cheeks. He smirked again and squeezed my ass casually - one, two, three times. I let out a moan.

"Your skin is so smooth," Doug observed.

"Thank you, sir. Your hands are so strong..." I replied.

"Yeah? Do you like my manly hands?" Doug chuckled and grabbed me harder. "You're so sweet, ginger boy."

"Hmmm," I moaned.

"Get on your knees..." he commanded.

I kneeled before Doug. My red face was now directly in front of his crotch.

Doug's hands moved to his cargo shorts and he opened his fly. In a casual movement he dropped his shorts and they fell to his hairy ankles.

I stared at a very large bulge. He was wearing gray boxer briefs that showed the outline of his thick shaft. I felt the heat coming from the body in front of me, and a light smell of cock and balls. My mouth watered.

I looked up at Doug, and he winked. Then he dropped his underwear, and the cock jumped out like a spring and hit me in the face. Smack!

It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in person. Long and thick, with a bell-shaped head, pointing upward, and thick veins across the steaming shaft. It was hairy on the base, where it joined his manly crotch, and I could smell the testosterone entering my nostrils. Doug had a low-hanging sack and two large nuts, and one nut hung slightly lower than the other - it was strangely lewd. I just stared in awe.

"Cat got your tongue?" Doug asked.

The large schlong throbbed in front of me, growing longer and thicker. It pointed upward proudly and jumped in my face. Doug chuckled, and I realized it was on purpose.

Doug twitched his cock several times, and each time it slapped my face gently. A drop of shiny precum landed on my forehead. I was kinda hypnotized by this thick mature sausage.

"Suck, buddy," Doug commanded.

I spread my lips and took the cockhead inside my mouth. I tasted the precum on my tongue, as the veiny shaft slid deeper and deeper. The girthy dong stretched my jaw to its limit, so I took a deep breath and watched my teeth; after all, I wanted to please Doug more than anything else.

"Fuck yeah..." Doug moaned in a guttural voice. "Your mouth is so hot... yeah, I love your hot breath on my cock."

I started sucking faster, while relaxing my mouth and my throat for more. With each thrust, I was able to swallow another inch. I gave that burning-hot shaft a good cock massage. Doug grunted in deep pleasure. "Fuck yeah, buddy..."

He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and started thrusting into my mouth fast, quickly breaking my inhibitions and stretching my jaw further. The room was filled with wet sounds of cock worship. After a while, Doug grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started fucking deep, fast and steady.

I felt my mouth water intensely, wrapping around the thick invader. It started sliding in and out like butter, fast and hard, hitting the back of my tight throat, and I started gagging like a proper cocksucker. It was a battle between Doug's big dong and my poor throat. I had no chance.

Doug held my head with both hands, and his grip was warm and strong. I blinked with the pressure, and just took it. As Doug thrust every inch into my mouth, I choked and drooled on his veiny shaft, and tried my best to massage it with my tongue. Doug assaulted my mouth pretty much nonstop, and I looked up at him and allowed it to happen. He let out a guttural sound of pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, suck it, suck it," Doug repeated. "Suck that fat cock, son."

I gagged and moaned for him. Pleasuring his 50-year-old rod was all that mattered at that moment. Feeling the heat coming from his big hairy legs, and the powerful aggression from his hips, was overwhelming to me. Doug used me for a good fifteen minutes, until I was drooling like a faucet and the room was a symphony of dirty sounds. His sweaty nuts hit my chin with every thrust. I looked up at him and opened my throat wider.

"Hell yeah, that tight mouth feels so good," he said.

When Doug finally pulled his member out of my mouth, it was coated in a shiny layer of saliva. I stared at the fat schlong in front of me, mesmerized, and I couldn't believe I took that large rod in my throat.

Doug grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. I was held by one strong hand, while the other smacked my butt three times, as a sign of approval. I felt thick fingers slide through my buttcrack, and Doug was suddenly massaging my pink pucker.

"I need to take that sweet ass," he said.

Doug pulled me like a rag doll and threw me onto the bed. Then he lay down, on his back, and grinned at me. He spread his legs and put his hands behind his head, his manly armpits exposed. I crawled on the edge of the bed, between his legs.

"What are you gonna do next?" he provoked.

I reached for the throbbing cock and sucked on it eagerly. I looked up at Doug with begging eyes. He grinned and got the cue. He grabbed my head with both hands again and started thrusting into my mouth nonstop. I gagged and drooled and my eyes started to water - cocksucker tears. Doug was grunting and pounding my throat without mercy.

"Fuck yeah, take that big dong in your throat," said Doug. "Take it, yeah, take it... fucking suck it..."

I started seeing stars, and lost track of time. Doug skullfucked me for a good while, and there was nothing I could do but relax my throat and gag on it. I let him turn my throat into a pussy, hot and tight around his XXL mature prick.

When Doug released me, I moved to his big nutsack. Doug had some fat low-hangers, and I started pleasuring them with my tongue. He grunted in approval, as I licked every inch. I savored the taste of his masculinity, and carefully sucked one testicle into my mouth.

"Fuck yeah, suck it... taste my nuts," Doug approved.

I watched my teeth and sucked on it for a while, and then sucked on the other one. I tried to take both balls into my mouth, but they were pretty big. After a while, as I eagerly slurped on them, I finally succeeded! Now I had two big nuts in my mouth, and my tongue moved around them automatically.

"You're a prodigy, son," Doug said.

His approval made me happy. Next I paid attention to his armpits. I'd been thinking about them for a while. Doug had the hottest arms, with decent biceps and veiny forearms, and his armpits were big and hairy. I crawled like a cat on top of him, and shoved my face in the right one. Doug chuckled and pushed my head against it. I sniffed the masculine scent, and even started licking it. The hair felt warm and soft on my tongue.

"Yeah, taste it... taste my sweat," he encouraged.

I spent a good time sucking Doug's essence, and then moved to the other armpit and repeated the process. I practically drowned in them for a while.

I looked at Doug, and he stared back at me and smirked, like asking "What next?". I bit my lip and finally gave in to my intrusive thoughts, and paid attention to the big feet down there. They were veiny and hairy on top. The toes were long and meaty, and the soles were a sexy red undertone. I crawled to the right foot, and sniffed between Doug's toes. He stared at me, looking kinda surprised, and nodded.