A Pierced Professor Wrecked Me in the Locker Room

My used hole craved more and his piercing made it feel like the first time all over again.

I stood under the steaming water, slowly rinsing away traces of cum and sweat, gently soothing my thoroughly used and stretched hole. As I carefully explored with my fingers, I felt how my gape. My hole was still sensitive, the edges swollen and slick. Each touch sent a faint shiver through me, reminding me vividly of how intensely I'd been fucked, leaving me exhausted, physically spent, yet still humming with the lingering thrill of the intense pleasure I'd just experienced.

Just as I was about to step away, a movement at the entrance caught my attention. He was older and distinguished, with dark, tousled hair generously flecked with silver. His broad shoulders were accentuated by well-defined muscles beneath a pair of firm, rounded pecs, each one sculpted perfectly, inviting me to imagine tracing their contours with my tongue. His nipples were small, dark, and perfectly centered, begging to be suckled and nursed between my lips. His mature strength radiated from every inch of his commanding presence. His eyes, dark, deep-set, and intensely captivating, locked onto mine, instantly reigniting the fire that had momentarily dimmed within me.

I watched openly as he moved under a nearby shower, water cascading smoothly over his impressive physique, highlighting his muscular chest and abs lightly dusted with dark hair. My gaze drifted lower, settling on his remarkable cock hanging heavily between his thighs. It was thick, about eight inches, its girth immediately capturing my full attention. Just below, his balls hung low, their size unusually large, suggesting he'd perhaps practiced stretching them at some point in his life. They dangled at least two inches below the tip of his cock, his scrotum completely smooth, almost perfectly hairless, with his pubic hair neatly trimmed. A glint from the shower lights revealed a silver piercing through his swollen cockhead, and my heart raced at the thought of feeling that unique sensation inside me. Suddenly, he turned slightly, bending forward provocatively, deliberately revealing his hole. It was unmanicured and enticingly hairy, startlingly tight and small, as if he'd never been penetrated before. Perhaps he hadn't, perhaps this man was a strict top, but the brazen confidence with which he showed off his hole sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

Despite being fucked three times in the last hour, my cock stirred eagerly, slowly pulsing and twitching as it swelled steadily back to full erection. Precum began to drip steadily, tracing a glistening path down my shaft. Behind me, I felt my hole involuntarily winking open and closed repeatedly, as if it was desperately signaling its readiness for yet another cock, craving another thick load to fill me completely. Our silent, heated exchange left no question. He knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew he intended to give it to me.

He approached me with purposeful confidence, silently guiding me to face the wall again. His hands moved expertly over my body, firm and possessive, fingertips exploring my already stretched hole. Suddenly, both hands reached around me, firmly grasping between my legs—one wrapping securely around my balls and shaft, the other hand gripping my groin firmly, asserting his dominance entirely.

"You've been busy, haven't you?" he murmured, his deep, commanding voice sending chills down my spine. "Daddy likes that; are you ready for more?"

"Yeah," I replied breathlessly, shivering slightly under his dominant touch. "There's always room for more."

He positioned the head of his massive, pierced cock against my loose entrance, rubbing teasingly, lubricating himself with the remnants of cum still coating my rim. My heart raced at how quickly I craved him again, surprised by my insatiable hunger after already being pounded. But in that moment, all I wanted was to be filled again, desperately yearning to be his cum dump, to feel the stretch and sensation of another thick load filling me completely. The sheer girth of him was intimidating, yet thrilling and I knew it would stretch me all over again, and I welcomed it eagerly.

He pressed forward slowly, steadily, pushing his enormous cock inside. I gasped sharply, a mixture of discomfort and intense pleasure radiating through me as the piercing slid in, the added sensation electrifying my senses. Despite how thoroughly I'd already been stretched, his thickness made my hole feel snug again, tightening around him reflexively.

"Fuck, you're still tight," he growled appreciatively, gripping my hips harder and pushing himself fully inside. I pushed back. "Yes. Work my cock. Work for it," he said.

He began thrusting in long, deliberate strokes, expertly angling himself so that the piercing scraped deliciously against sensitive spots deep inside me. Each thrust reignited nerves I hadn't realized were still sensitive, sending shivers of intense pleasure through my entire body. Internally, I thrilled at the challenge, driven by the burning desire to earn his climax. I loved working a cock like this; feeling its length and girth claiming me from the inside out, knowing each movement, each squeeze of my hole brought me closer to the ultimate reward; his cum. The thought of tasting and feeling that hot, thick load motivated me even more, pushing me to eagerly meet his thrusts, my body instinctively craving his satisfaction as much as my own. His deep, dominant voice filled my ears with explicit praise and encouragement. "That's it, take it all. Work it. Work that fat cock."

Gradually, his fucking intensified, building a steady rhythm that drove me closer to another powerful climax. Each thrust sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through my body, and the mere thought of earning his cum pushed me dangerously close to the edge. My cock, now fully hard again, pulsed urgently, bouncing and twitching uncontrollably as thick precum flowed steadily, coating my shaft and pooling onto the tiles below. The intense desire to service this man, to milk his cock until I earned every drop of his cum, overwhelmed me.

Without any warning, my orgasm surged violently, my cock pulsing uncontrollably, spurting thick ropes of cum against the wall. My entire body trembled from the intensity, legs weakening slightly as he continued thrusting, relentlessly driving himself deeper, prolonging my climax. My balls, running low on cum, squeezed and emptied their reserves with the final flexes of my orgasm serving only gasps from my cock.

"You love cum, don't you?" he whispered roughly, his voice thick with arousal. "Did they wreck your pussy? Tell me how much you liked it; them stretching and filling you."

"God, yes," I moaned desperately, shivering under his touch. "They fucked me so well, I still need you. I want you more. Please, I need your cum inside me."

"You want me to cum?" he growled approvingly, thrusting deeper and harder. "You're going to earn every drop of this load."

"Yes," I gasped desperately, still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. "You like my pussy? Please fill me up; I need your load so badly."

As he approached his own peak, his breathing grew ragged, each thrust more forceful and urgent. Abruptly, he withdrew, leaving me suddenly empty, my hole pulsing hungrily, desperately searching for the thick cock that had filled it moments ago. I felt my entrance repeatedly tightening and loosening involuntarily, almost suckling at the air, aching with the loss of his massive thickness. The sudden emptiness sent a sharp, craving pang through me, and I let out an involuntary whimper of raw, overwhelming need.

"On your knees," he commanded firmly, his voice heavy with dominance, guiding me down onto the slick, wet tiles. My knees pressed into the hard surface, water pooling around me as I eagerly awaited his next move, gazing up at him with pleading, hungry eyes.

I eagerly obeyed, immediately opening my mouth as he slid his slick cock between my lips, savoring the erotic taste of my own hole mixed with the intoxicating essence of previous visitors. My hand instinctively wrapped around my cock, jerking myself furiously as he began thrusting deeper, dominating my mouth with firm, deliberate strokes. His breathing quickened, each thrust rougher, more insistent, as he took control completely.

"That's it, good boy, take it all," he groaned deeply, his hips driving forward, pushing his cock deeper down my throat. "Are you ready for my load? Do you want my cum?"

"Yes, sir," I moaned eagerly, my voice muffled by his thick cock filling my mouth, my hand working furiously on my own cock.

"Are you going to swallow like a good boy?" he demanded, gripping my hair tightly, thrusting harder into my willing mouth.

"Yes," I gasped breathlessly between strokes. The intensity of our exchange pushed him over the edge, and as he let out a guttural moan, his cum erupted hotly onto my tongue and across my eager, upturned face. The moment I tasted him, my own orgasm ripped through me, uncontrollable and fierce, cum trickling desperately onto the slick tiles below as I shuddered in intense pleasure. Swallowing eagerly, I savored the salty, heady flavor of his load, fully embracing my submissive, insatiable desire.

Spent, he gently stroked my face, spreading the warmth of his cum across my lips, his eyes locked on mine with deep satisfaction. Even as I kneeled, my hand continued stroking my cock, coaxing another, weaker climax from my exhausted body. My cock pulsed faintly, releasing smaller, softer spurts that dribbled lazily onto the tiles beneath me.

Despite my exhaustion, the intensity of his dominance—fucking my throat and breeding my mouth—was so overwhelming that I had to release once more. My hole ached deeply, thoroughly spent, and my cock finally softened in my trembling hand, drained and utterly exhausted. Slowly, I rose to my feet, leaning against the slick tile for support. I began rinsing myself again, feeling the hot water soothe my raw, swollen hole.

Suddenly, I felt his lips softly brush against mine, a surprisingly tender kiss that contrasted sharply with his earlier dominance. He then reached up, wiping some of the cum from my face with his thumb, maintaining intense eye contact as he did so. Without hesitation, he roughly gripped my ass again, aggressively pushing his thumb and fingers, coated in cum from my face, deep into my battered, sensitive hole. The sudden invasion sent sharp, pleasurable pain through me, making me gasp sharply. With one last dominant squeeze, he pulled away abruptly and exited the shower without another word.

I resumed cleaning myself, gently exploring my hole once more. It was utterly wrecked; so incredibly loose and sensitive, the edges swollen and thoroughly exhausted. I realized with astonishment that I could easily slip multiple fingers inside without resistance. My hole was officially done and yet, I absolutely loved it.

Just when I thought I'd reached my limit, he showed me how much more I could take.

Love,
Caleb