Direct and to the point.

There are times where the stars align and someone actually comes out of the woodwork on an app or website and is direct about what he wants:

"PrEP Bottom lookin for your load. Want to give it to me?"

Well, shit. Who am I to complain? His stats - 5'9", uncut, 30 yo. He showed me a pic of a nice hairy hole, and I was game. 2 messages later he was texting me:

"Driving that way if interested in Anon style. Dark room or me blindfolded breed session."

"Cool. U already loaded?"

"Nope. You're the first in a long time. Hence my eagerness."

"Cool. Ready."

"Dark room. I start sucking. Let me know where to go."

I'm not totally into dark room scenes. I like seeing the look of a bottom. I'm visual. So, I cheat - no lights, but the din of the TV on a music station gives me enough light to get what I want, and dark enough that the bottom really shouldn't freak.

In walked a handsome guy - someone that I'd actually hit on in a public setting. Nice to see attractive bottoms out there engaging in what they really want and going for it. As advertised, he came in and dropped to his knees and began working on my cock. He had a decent mouth, and was eager to please. He pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could properly kneel, and was eager to have me fuck his throat while I was lying down. He worked his cock, and opened his pants, which exposed a hot ass in a pair of assless briefs. It wasn't part of the script, but I really wanted to eat that hole.

"Is your ass clean enough to eat, boy?"

"Mmmmph."

"Get on all 4s."

When presented to me, it was better than I had felt up. The din from the TV allowed me to see a really nice tight bubble ass with enough hair in the crack to make it a man's fuckhole. I was eager to eat, and spread his cheeks apart and dug right in. He squirmed as my goatee scraped against his hole. It was clean, and quite tasty. A little bit of musk - so had hadn't immediately showered - but definitely prepared to get fucked - even though he didn't know by who or where. Whore.

Pretty soon, he was huffing on the poppers he brought and I knew it was time. I lubed up my cock and started to sink in. He took the first few inches like a champ on the first stroke, but freaked out when the base of my cock stretched him.....so he yelped. A little more lube, and me leaning into his ear,

"Come on, boy. You came here for this. Don't act like it's your first time."

He sighed the contented sigh of a boy who knows his place, and my cock sliced into him like a knife through warm butter. His hole was amply tight, but not so tight that I couldn't tell he was a born bottom. Once we got going, he moaned quitely while I called him a faggot cumdump.

He was in it for the load.

I was in it to give it to him.

As he milked my cock, I started to unload, and delivered a so-so load into his ass. He kept milking, which kept me hard, and I could feel a second wave coming over me.

For that one, I barked, "Stop moving. Enjoy this." Like a good bottom, he did as told....and was rewarded by my cock erupting like a geyser. His ass was tight enough that I could feel my own spasms, and the liquid surging from me. He moaned a contented moan - knowing that his ass was now super juiced.

A few strokes for good measure and he was a happy camper. I didn't worry about him cumming....not my problem. He got dressed, a smirk on his face. He'll definitely be returning.