Nolan cried out into the pillow as tears sprang into his eyes. Tom quickly pinned Nolan’s arms into the mattress, adjusting himself slightly so that he was lying completely on top of Nolan with his massive cock completely penetrating Nolan’s velvety insides. Tom let out a deep breath next to Nolan’s face.
“Mmm, dude, damn you feel good.”
Tom sat up slightly so that he was leaning forward, but now had more thrusting leverage.
“Man, am I glad I actually found the weight room.” Tom laughed at his own comment, then, without warning, pulled his cock almost all the way out of Nolan’s asshole. Tom paused for a moment with only his head inside, before he started thrusting with every ounce of power he could muster.
Nolan practically screamed into the pillow as his fists pounded the mattress. Tom was thrusting like a deranged madman, destroying Nolan’s ass with every pound.
Tom hooked his hands underneath Nolan’s hips, pulling him into a hands and knees position. Tom stopped thrusting for a moment to lean over and whisper into Nolan’s ear.
“You like that, big boy?”
Nolan had a cock so far up his ass he could barely breathe, let alone speak, only nod, as the strange and foreign mixture of intense pain and intense pleasure could not end yet.
Tom gripped both of Nolan’s hips and resumed his thrusting. With every pound, his raw cock disappeared deep within the wrestler’s formerly virgin hole. Sweat was pooling on his chest, glistening, flying around the room every time Tom buried his gigantic cock deep with Nolan, he giant balls making a large slapping sound each time.
Nolan had regained speech and started yelping every time Tom slammed his fuck hole up to the hilt. Tom got into a steady rhythm, his breathing intensifying, as Nolan’s cock was rock hard despite cumming minutes prior. His hands were to busy propping himself up to jack himself off.
Nolan could feel every curve and vein of Tom’s massive member inside of him, ensuring that he may never be able to sit again.
Tom unlooped the singlet from around Nolan’s neck and crumpled it up into a ball, then stuffed it into Nolan’s gasping mouth. Placing both hands onto Nolan’s bucking shoulders, he increased to an inhuman speed, his cock now a blur slamming in and out of Nolan’s bubble butt, the sweat of the two boys providing the only lubricant preventing Nolan from being torn apart inside. Nolan moaned, the singlet the only thing preventing them from echoing throughout all of campus. Tom also gasped and moaned in equal measure, sweat from his face stinging his eyes.
Without warning, Nolan ejaculated without even touching himself, his cum spraying the mattress and his own chest. As he did, his entire loins tensed up, becoming tighter than ever. That was all it took for Tom. He felt a surge of pleasure coming on, letting out one long guttural moan as he jammed his cock as far as possible deep inside Nolan, gripping his shoulders so tightly that Nolan could feel his muscles straining under the intense pressure applied.
Tom came.
Tom came inside of Nolan, coating his entire insides with his semen. He slowly retracted his cock, spurting out load after load of the white hot white goodness, completely filling him up. Despite the extremely tight fit, some cum began to leak out all over the mattress. Tom completely removed his now limp, but still sizable, dick from Nolan, breathing heavily. Nolan had collapsed face first onto the bed, jizz seeping out of his anal orifice, the singlet in a crumpled damp ball on the floor.
Tom sat back, as little by little, Nolan slowly sat up, before standing up on wobbly feet, with a combination of severely strained muscles and a severe ass pounding preventing him from gaining too much balance.
Without saying a word, Nolan slowly struggled to put on his boxers. After he successfully completed this task, he uncrumpled his singlet and tried to stretch it over himself.
“You can borro-” Tom started
“I got it,” Nolan responded meekly.
Nolan struggled for a while, but eventually succeeded. He bent over to put on his socks, but immediately arched his back in pain. Tom stood to help him.
“No thanks,” Nolan said, so quietly that Tom wasn’t sure he heard anything. Nolan simply picked up his socks and shoes and opened the door.
Nolan turned around briefly. That’s when Tom saw it: his eyes held a look of sadness, pain, and confusion. The eye contact ended quickly, as Nolan hurried out of the room.
The look in Nolan’s eyes left Tom feeling like he had been hit by a bolt of lightning.
What had he just done?