It Goes Full Circle...

A few moments later he checked his watch and I knew what that meant. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together sometime soon. Translation? I was never going to see him again.

I sat there alone for a few minutes gathering my thoughts. I looked up and saw some old guy making eye contact with me and then start to head my way. I jumped to my feet smiled at him as I passed him by on the way out the door.

Not tonight, not tonight old man...

I drove home with so many thoughts running through my head. I was feeling a bit tipsy from all the bourbon that I had consumed so I had to pay attention to my driving. I don't make it a habit of drinking and driving but I didn't want to Uber and then have to come for my car the next day.

Sitting there in my parking spot in my apartment parking garage I still had a lot on my mind. "Fuck it, I need to go to bed." I thought to myself. My world was about to take a big hit the moment I opened my door.

Only I didn't know it...

Opening the door and turning I barely saw the fist. I did feel it even though I barely saw it. It was a crushing blow to my forehead. Instantly my mind went dark. A throbbing sensation getting worse in my head. I could feel my body being tossed about but all I saw was black.

The pain becoming more and more intense until finally. My eyes were starting to open. I could feel the air on my ass. My mind was starting to put things together. The pain was what was waking me up and I could feel myself being groped.

A pair of hands were pushing my ass cheeks apart and I could feel the familiar sensation of slimy pre-cum on the tip of what felt like a rather large cock head pushing against my hole.

I was being raped!

Someone had me defenseless and I could feel his cock getting ready to push inside of me. "Fight back!" I screamed to myself inside my head. But I couldn't. I was unable to gather myself. The blow had left me semi-unconscious.

Suddenly whoever was on top of me was sliding off of me. I could hear loud pounding grunts. I could hear yelling, whimpering, and crying. I could hear a man begging over and over.

Even in my hazy condition I knew that someone was getting beat down. I was coming around and could see my drivers' passenger side door handle in front of me. I was still in my car.

"Pray motherfucker, pray that I forget you tonight. Because if I don't forget you, you will never see me coming. I will end you, you fucking piece of shit!"

After that loud declaration I could hear footsteps fading off into the distance.

I was still groggy and out of it but someone was helping me gather myself. Pulling my pants up then sliding me out of the car. I was standing against him, my face in his lower chest. Whoever this was, he was not short.

"Give me your keys."

That voice? Looking up, I instantly choked up. It's Thomas...

In one single motion he had me cradled in his arms as if he were carrying a child. With one foot he kicked my car door shut and turned to head towards the parking garage elevator. I lost it. I buried my face into his rock-hard chest and begin to cry like a child.

Steady cries of pain, of joy, of wonder, of relief. I had lost control as the tears streamed down face. On the long ride up in the elevator I had managed to bring it down to low soft whimpers. I hadn't even said hello to him, I hadn't said a word.

Once inside the apartment he gently sits me on the edge of my bed then goes off into my bathroom. I can hear the bathwater running. Once back in the room Thomas begins to gently undress me taking time to tilt my face towards him and examine my forehead.

"That's going to hurt for a few days and it's going to bruise."

His voice is low and gentle. I close my eyes and allow him to finish undressing me. Once again, I'm in his arms and he carries me to my oversized tub and lowers me into the hot steamy water. I lay back and rest my head on the pillow of towels that he's arraigned for me at the back of the tub.

Taking a wash cloth he gently wipes my face clean...

"Relax baby, I got you."

Once again, his soothing voice triggers my tears. But this time it's not because of the pain. More because of the embarrassment of it all and also partly the joy of him being here. I haven't seen or heard from him in what feels like forever. Now here he is. Doing what he'd always done. Protecting me, taking care of me.

He leaves me alone with my thoughts and goes into my room. I can hear him shuffling about and moving around. My mind drifts as I try to piece it all together. What happened? Who hit me? I ask myself over and over. Until finally I stop. My head hurts and I don't want to think anymore.

Thomas finally comes in and bathes me. Taking his time and paying extra attention to my round soft ass. Having his hands on my naked wet body instantly melts my soul. Oh, how I have missed this giant of a man.

He finally dry's me off and puts me in my bed which is already pulled down. He pulls the covers over me and kisses me. A short gentle kiss...

"I'm just going to wash up babe, go to sleep."

I smile and close my eyes, turning onto my side. I can hear my shower come on. The whiskey, the blow to the head and everything in-between I fall asleep instantly. Sometime in the night the pain from the blow to my head begins to waken me. I can feel myself, enveloped in someone's massive arms.

Panic starts to come over me as I struggle to open my eyes...I try to escape the grasp.

"Whoa, whoa. Shh...you're ok. You're ok, I have you. You're with me."

As I struggle, the sound of that voice and the breathing against my face, my eyes open. I see the familiar surroundings of my room and the familiar grip of the massive arms around me.

I instantly surrender, I allow myself to breathe. I melt into the massive body holding me. Grabbing onto the forearms that are wrapped around me. I hold on, leaning in to kiss them. He presses his body against mine and I can feel his large thick cock pressed against the split of my bottom.

I instinctively push myself back and slowly, rhythmically begin to grind against him. Up, down, slowly. I can feel him begin to grow. His cock becoming thicker, longer, full.

"Oh Thomas," I whimper softly.

I can feel the drip of his pre-cum as he slides his hand down and takes a hold of my firm round ass and pulls it open exposing my pouting oval ring. I can begin to feel it open ever so slightly as I push down to tighten my abdomen muscles.

Thomas begins kissing and suckling my ear lobe, distracting me just enough while he lines up his cock on my opening. I can feel him swirling the tip on my opening to lube me with his pre-cum. I'm at the point where I don't care whether or not, I'm lubed.

He pushes and that familiar panic hits me. For that split second that my body does not know if it can accommodate what is happening to me. That piercing sensation as that oversized fat cock head pushes in, breaking my seal.

Then as quickly as the feeling hits me it passes as my O ring seals around the head of his cock when it pushes in. A low, deep moan escapes me. My fingers dig into his forearm. He pushes again.

I can feel myself opening wider. The shaft of his cock thicker than the width of his cock head. He pushes again and again I feel myself opening wider. Thomas's cock is thicker closer to the root. Now my mouth is latched onto his forearm.

A squeal escapes me as he pushes one last push and I can feel his balls pressed up against my ass. He's in all the way now and all I can do is concentrate on my breathing. It's been too long since I've felt the sensation of a massive cock inside of me.

I've been with others since the last time he fucked me. Almost all shorter cocks than his. Maybe one or two that were slightly thicker. But none like his, except maybe one. But I don't care about that one. I care about this one. I love this one.

Thomas begins to fuck me slowly, rhythmically. A steady pace as I match him stroke for gentle stroke. My breathing becoming hard as I can feel myself gasping for air with each long stroke. Thomas is now sliding that wonderful cock all the way out to the tip and then shoving all the way back in, balls deep.

All of it in one deep stroke...

I can feel his pace increasing and I can feel the thick veins on his cock gliding over my prostrate. Causing me to shiver with each stroke. I knew I wasn't going to last long. He lifts up on to his elbows and turns me onto my back without missing a stroke.

I easily position myself in the missionary position. Spreading my legs wide and pulling my knees as far back as they can go. Back until they are resting on the mattress on either side of me.

Thomas now has me completely open and he begins to grind his cock. Once he's completely inside of me he grinds his cock for a split second. Trying to push his cock where his cock can not go. One stroke he grinds straight down.

The next stroke he grinds upward, the next he grinds to the left, then to the right. Over and over he's grinding down on me. I'm moaning loudly now; I'm screaming with every grind. I'm whimpering at the sensation of his cock sliding out of me.

Over and over the sounds, the sensations, the long strokes, the grinding repeating over and over. I've lost track of the time, lost track of when I shot my first load onto our stomachs. Unable to fully orgasm again, I'm in a constant state of my balls dry heaving and an ache begins to build deep in them.

Thomas finally locks his mouth onto mine and I can feel his body begin to tense. One last push, one loud grunt. I can feel him erupt inside of me. Stream after stream of thick hot sperm washing my bowels. Deep inside of me. I can't breathe...everything goes dark.

I don't know how much time passed but I do know that I passed out. The sun is breaking through the blind. I reach behind me but no one is there. I'm alone? Was it a dream? I start to sit up. I can feel a gush of cum. Drooling out of my asshole, into a big slimy puddle against my ass cheeks.

Leaning back and opening my legs I look down and see my asshole. Purple, bruised, and grotesquely dilated. A pool of cum still dribbling out of me. I hear the toilet flush, the bathroom door open and my heart drops at the sight of him.

It wasn't a dream, he's back...