I should have realized something was up his sleeve when he turned down hanging out at the pool at the slightly trendy hotel I'm staying at. I should have realized something was up when he asked me to meet him at his home. I SHOULD have realized something was up when I got this text message:
"You should see my silver disgusting lezzbaru outside my disgusting moneypit. Hopping in shower. Door unlocked. "
But NO. I took the whole thing at face value.
I walk in, and find him bent over a stool, with duct tape over his eyes. Bareback twink porn (come on, really?!), poppers and eucerin creme.
"Please, sir, please fuck me."
Now, this wouldn't be so shocking if he wasn't a "total top" when we dated. To the point where his lack of bottoming became an issue in our relationship. Now he's come around to being blindfolded asking for raw cock?
"Get on your fucking knees, faggot."
I saw his ample cock lurch as he dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. I fed him my cock. Shit, it seemed like the right thing to do.
He guzzled on my cock, and got it really good and wet. Moaning while he did it, which sent little vibrations up my cock. I did remember him being a master cocksucker when we dated - and when I said, "Choke on it faggot," as he went down to the root, he came back up and said, "I don't have a gag reflex, SIR."
Displeased with his attitude, I slapped his face and ordered him back to the bent over position.
"Please SIR, please go slow."
I grabbed the eucerin cream. Interesting choice of lube, but not my fuckhole in the line of fire.
"You'll fucking take what I give you, won't you faggot?"
And with that, in one stroke I went into his hot ass. He opened up quickly, so much for being a TOP....and he clearly enjoyed it. His jockstrap let his cock drop out, and it felt good slapping against my leg as I railed on his hole. And, honestly, I was enjoying the act of subtle revenge - we had not been good to each other as BFs, taking his ass in a brutal fuck and feeling his cock leak against my leg felt good.
Moaning, he begged me to cum. "Fill me with that fat cock seed...." kept coming out of his mouth. I put my hand over his mouth and told him to shut the fuck up.....I was going to cum when I wanted to. Luckily for him, it was soon.
"Tell me what you need fucker."
"Can't talk, can you?"
"Need my seed, do you, faggot?"
He bucked against my cock harder. My balls churned. I hit the side of his face, HARD.
And with that, I stopped moving. I've become quite happy with this routine. It's good for me to concentrate on the feeling of the cum searing through my cock. Not moving also allows the fuckhole to know that I'm seeding him. There's NO mistaking EXACTLY what's happening.
"Do you need to cum?"
(Knowing that the answer was YES, and that it was a show.)
"You have exactly one minute."
And with that he continued to fuck back on my cock, which got nice and frothy. It took him more than a minute, but I felt his ass clamp down. He moaned out, and I felt his ass spasm. I heard his cum hit his floor.
We finished off with a quick shower - and then went to lunch. When I brought him back.....
...to be continued.
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