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Taking it Hard: Pounded By My Roommate

It was an ordinary night, the kind that looked the same as any other would have in my mundane existence. I’d been listening to the rhythmic clacking of my roommate’s mouse — he was a video game fanatic — when he suddenly pulled away and asked me one of the fateful questions that changed my life forever.

“Hey buddy, you ever been with a guy?” he asked in that careless, familiar way of his.

A surge of electricity ran through me. This was what I’d been waiting for. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. A wave of anticipation and excitement rippling through me as I inched forward in my chair.

My roommate’s lips curled into a wicked little grin, and the next few hours were a steamy, hot blur of frenetic activity and sexy exploration. I was pounded, taken hard, repeatedly and by someone I trusted. The thought of it sent a shudder of anticipation running through me.

It was an experience unlike any other I’d ever had. A perfect explosion of pleasure and pain that forever changed my outlook on sex and passion. This is my story and I am ready to explore the beauty of it all.

Table of Contents

• 1. Roommate Rendezvous: The Setup
• 2. Sweaty Intimacy: Listening To His Moans
• 3. Oscillating Thrusts: Controls His Pace
• 4. Triumphant Climax: Memories of Submission
• Wrapping Up

1. Roommate Rendezvous: The Setup

• First Sight: His strong frame cutting through the beam of the sun, demanding my attention. He has eyes of ice and hair of fire, his lips curled into a knowing smirk that spoke of nights of passion shared with those who wish they could hold him close. I feel my pulse quicken and my breathing become shallow, my heart pounding with anticipation for what was about to come.
• The Takeover: Handsome, tall and undeniably muscled, he steps inside my room, his gaze fixed solely on me. We share no words as his hands move along my body, exploring me with raw desire. I try to resist, but I can’t. I surrender myself to him completely, moving to let him take control. His strength overwhelms me, quickly turning my resistance into a desire to please him. I become the receiver of his every thrust, paralyzed in pleasure as he pumps his hard shaft into me. I can feel him take me completely, driving himself deep inside me with each plunge. I surrender myself completely to pleasure and feel my body melt in its entirety.

2. Sweaty Intimacy: Listening To His Moans

Part 1

We began with a desire that rose up from our sweat-soaked bodies, aroused by the heat of a thousand hungry nights. Our fingertips met as I moved my hands along the contours of his naked chest, rediscovering the same tingles I’d felt the night before. His moans were music to my ears and his tight embrace kept me close, as we sank into a sweet stupor of want and need.

His thrusts were relentless as his bare body pressed against mine, our damp skin slapping together in a desperate race towards pleasure. My muscle screamed as he spread me wider, each passionate push harder than the last. He was relentless in his desire, his hands gripping my abdomen tightly as he moved in and out.

Part 2

My body shuddered as I reached the edge of pleasure, my entire being feeling his presence and vibration throughout. His moans and cries increased in volume to match my own, both of us reveling in the sweaty intimacy of it all. His hands released from my abdomen and moved up to my shoulders, clinging to me as he finished in a flurry of passion and fervor.

The post-moment was just as passionate as the act itself, our eyes and cheeks still flushed from the heat of the night. We laid there in repose, panting in near exhaustion, the smell and feel of sex all around us. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck and all I could do was sigh, happy that this was the person I shared shared such a moment with.

3. Oscillating Thrusts: Controls His Pace

It was Saturday night and I was in the mood for something new, something intense. I had tried a few things before, but this experience was different. I was ready to take the plunge. I walked into my roommate’s room to find him undressed and ready to go.

He insinuated his body on top of me, and I felt every inch of his body pressing down onto me – hard and rough. It became a sort of battle of wills as our thrusts increased in intensity and speed, my will to resist waning with every oscillation. In between his movements of force and domination, I felt tinges of pleasure too. His movements never fully stopped; his thrusts controlled the tempo as he brought my body to levels of pleasure I had never experienced. He moved my legs apart and spread my arms wide, making sure I felt every ounce of pleasure. Every second felt like ages of pure timeless delirium as he spanked my butt and guided my fantasies even further. It felt like an eternity and ended much too soon, but I couldn’t thank him enough for what I just experienced.

4. Triumphant Climax: Memories of Submission

The thrills began before I even entered the room for the night. I felt my heart racing as though I were taking a plunge into unknown depths of pleasure. I had expected as much; my roommate was tall, muscular, and handsome. To be sure, he was everything that I found attractive in a man. His gaze washed over me as I stepped into the doorway, and the intense look in his eyes left me tingling in anticipation of what was to come.

Our hands met as we intertwined our fingers in a passionate dance, letting the heat between us swell. His embrace sent my pulse racing, and with each passing moment, I felt myself more and more at his mercy. We melded into one another in a passionate embrace as I allowed his body to dominate mine. I felt the strength of his manhood as he took firm command, our rhythm ever-increasing with each thrust. His manhood filled me, making me feel more and more alive and reawakened.

I found myself submitting fully to the pleasure and knowing that I was entirely his, I relished it. I gasped as a wave of pleasure swept through my body and I felt him reaching the release that I had longed for. Our wet, messy climax was triumphant and filled with a sensual intensity that only comes with true submission.

Wrapping Up

The pounding didn’t stop there. We fucked all night, and when the morning came, my roommate had taken me to places I had never imagined was possible, and made me cum in ways I had never thought possible. My ass burned and my heart sang with pleasure as my roommate filled me up deeper and harder with every thrust. We collapsed in each others arms afterwards, in a blissful state of arousal and fatigue, feeling satisfied and ravenous for more. I thanked him for his passionate and hard love making, and knew instinctively that I would never forget it.