Thursday, November 24, 2011

At least he was obedient, for the most part

So, I was hit up on the app geared toward scruffy men by a guy about 7 miles away the other night. 6' 155#, 32 y/o. OK, a little skinnier than I generally go for (I like beef), but I figured what the hell. He talked a good game - telling me that he wanted to be my boy, wanted me to control him, that he would do as told.  Holiday weeks are always crazed, and I needed stress relief.  He told me he'd be waiting for me bent over the bed, in a jockstrap and his harness. Door unlocked, ignore his barking dogs. OK.

Rule #1: If you live on a dark street and you're waiting for me to come fuck your hole, turn on the damn light showing your house number. Nothing is more annoying than driving aimlessly down a street of tract homes unable to see house numbers.

Rule #2: If your dogs are so fucking yappy that they NEVER shut up during a fuck session, consider getting them a muzzle. I don't want to hear them, and neither do your neighbors.

I had told him en route that he was to only speak when spoken to. He had spent the day on the app begging me for my piss. I told him that I'd consider it. He asked for permission to jerk mid day- I told him that until I was done with his hole, he was to keep his hands off his cock. Yes, I can be a dom when I want to be.

I get there, fumble through the neighborhood and park in his drive. Open the door, and as if on que the dogs start in. I walk up to his bedroom, see him there and go over and spit on his hole as I walk up. He says, "Thank you sir," and I grab him by his harness and put my arm around his throat - tight. I remind him that he is to only speak when spoken to. I tell him to stay there, and proceed to the bathroom and take a long piss. I was making a point - I was running this show.

When I returned to the bedroom, I put him on his knees and had him service me through my jeans. Then with one hand made him open my pants and service me through my jockstrap. The guy was eager. Responsive.

I removed my own pants, and then sat on his face. He sputtered a bit - unsure of how to properly eat a hole. Odd. I would think a raging bottom would instinctively know what feels good. Keeping his head pressed against the bed, I started face fucking him with my cock, pulled out from my jockstrap. He struggled. Annoyed, I got on my back on the bed and ordered him to suck my cock.

OK, guys, if you're going to advertise as a cocksucking bottom, you damn well better be a cocksucking bottom. He never went down to the root without my hand on the back of his head holding him there. He sputtered. He struggled to breathe. He was hyperventilating. The dom in me was turned on, but my cock was annoyed. He went to touch his cock through his jock and got slapped. He got slapped when he came up for air and didn't thank me. I never had to correct him twice for the same thing....until....

I told him it was time for me to fuck his hole. If you're going to play sub, BE FUCKING SUB! He wouldn't let me get him in a comfortable position. He wouldn't relax his fucking hole. I'm thick, but I'm not anaconda thick.

After far too many attempts to get in his hole, I laid back and ordered him to ride me. He managed to get my cock in his hole this way, and I took control of his body, using him like a fleshjack. I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls, and made a fatal mistake - I started to groan as my cock head swelled. He knew he was about to get my cum and jumped off. Fucker. I'm smarter than you, asshole.....I grabbed his face, held him by the side of it, where I knew I was holding his eye open. Then, 6 volleys of cum shot from my cock. Impressive for me, I'm generally 1-2 volleys than a long run. I know that at least 3 of those volleys went right in his eye. One way or the other, you WILL take my cum. He asked for permission to cum and was denied, and reminded that he would only speak when spoken to.

He was silent as I cleaned myself and then shoved the rag in his mouth. I got dressed and threw him a salute. As I left ~40 minutes after I got to his house, his dogs were still yapping.

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Thursday, November 3, 2011

Good fuck ... and career coaching

I had posted on CL last night looking for dick up my hole. I'll get back to the story of the botched orgy I attended. But, I got this photograph when I got home:

And that cock looked delicious. So, I hit him up tonight. His email indicated he's a grad student. He was home, and invited me over tonight.

One mile later, I was pulling his sweatpants down to his ankle. A nice fat cock soft turned into a HOT fat cock hard. Nice low hanging balls that slapped against my chin when he would lift up from the hodge-podge, mismatched chair he sat in. He kissed reasonably well for an early 20s guy. Not a hair on his chest - which generally isn't my thing but worked on him. Finally after about 10 minutes he went to get lube to fuck me.

There's something about a kid in his early 20s and his naivety. He went down to his living room floor for me to ride his cock, but remained semi upright leaning against the chair. Really? Lay down boy. Let me do the work. After some botched attempts, I finally told him I'd let him do the work.

I got on my back and he shoved his fat cock into my hole....stretching me wide open. A hit of Jungle Juice helped matters along, and I was loving his cock. Like most 20 somethings, he lasted not nearly long enough before his breathing increased and he abruptly pulled out to shoot. What?!?! Well, he gets off on the show. He's a shooter - good show.

I get dressed, taking my cue. Well, not so much....he wants to chat, which was sweet. Turns out he needed a big brother. But, among things one should not say to the guy he just fucked:

"Wow. You must have gone to High School in the 90s. What was THAT like?"

Nice kid, GREAT cock....worth a repeat....but maybe with his face in the pillow afterward.
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