Monday, March 14, 2016

Stop, look

"No, look at me," I calmly commanded. He was squirming. And his hand was grasping my thigh as to stop me from entering inside him. He's on his back with his legs in the air and my cock is already a third of the way into him using nothing but his deep throat spittle as lube.

His rapid shallow breaths stopped as he obeyed and looked into my eyes. He was worried about not being totally cleaned out. He was worried about the pain. He was worried about a dozen other things that was floating in his mind that was on the tip of his tongue but was left unsaid. But when he looked into my eyes, we were connected again. We weren't fucking. We weren't hooking up. We weren't doing any of all those physical things. No, we were connecting. And when we connected, that deep inner need to give himself to me won out. The shallow breaths had stopped and when we were connected again, eye to eye, mind to mind, it all came out in a sigh.

And his body devoured my inches inside him.

We met on grinder just a half hour before. He lived less than a mile from my hotel and we were both direct on our intentions. Within ten minutes, I was out the door on the way to his place. And when I got there, he already had porn queued up. Half naked and shirt-cocking, he pointed to the bed and said, "You can sit there [for the blowjob]." It was all mechanical and rote. But when I saw him and how beautiful he was in the flesh, I pushed all we talked about aside. He was gonna give me more than just a blowjob. I ignored his comment and came up to him and kissed him. And that's when I knew how perfectly right he was for what I had in mind. His soft full lips met mine with such sweetness to balance the urgency of my actions. He made soft moans the minute we started making out. And when I pulled him into a tight embrace, he let out this low moan of a sigh that said everything that I needed to hear. He didn't need a routine blow and go. He needed someone to lead him and show him what he needs.

After long moments of making out and fumbling out of clothes, I practically threw him on his bed, derisively laughing at the spot he expected me to occupy on his bed for a more blow job. And when he landed, his legs naturally rose to accept me. My cock hit squarely on its target when I flopped onto him to resume the kisses.

"But..."

"I..."

"I want..."

I put him out of his misery and pulled back a little as if to grant him permission to speak.

"I want to suck you so bad, though..."

"In due time," I responded and continued to tease his hole with my cock as I devoured his face, neck, and lips.

When it was time, I hopped off the bed and stood by the side. His face turned towards me and his mouth started to oval before I plunged my cock in with one swoop straight to the back of his throat. He choked a bit. Gagged when I hit the back of this throat. And his chest heaved in protest of the violation even on the way out. But despite that, the kid was talented. Not once did his gagging interfere with the blow job. Just sweet luscious wetness all the way through down to the back of his throat no matter how hard he struggled. No teeth. No uncomfortable constriction of the throat.

"Fuck yeah. You like that? Like taking daddy's dick down to the root. No matter how much you choke, your mind wants more, huh? That's the mark of a true cocksucker. That's what you are, huh? Another eager cocksucker. Feast on my big fucking dick."

The poor guy couldn't even mumble assent.

I ripped the cock out of his mouth and his face was a mess of tears and that spit lube that was coating everything. Long strands of it on my cock. A strand of bubbly spittle sliding down a trail from the corner of his mouth. A simple, small smack on the side of the face and then a wipe to pick up spit before applying it to his hole.

"You're a fucking mess, kid."

He smiled at that. But the smile quickly faded when my spit lubed cock met the hole I just recently lubed with the remnants of the sloppy blowjob. He started to panic. And I could see all those thoughts whirling in his head before I commanded him to look at me. That command was all the difference. And what he saw when his eyes met mine was an understanding. An understanding of what he really needed. An understanding of what he really wanted. And it was that recognition that made his body yield in trust to my direction. It was in magnanimous servitude that once he let me in, I savagely attacked his hole and fucked a load out of him and flooded his ass with my own cum... That was his desire. And it perfectly matched mine.

18 comments:

BikeGuy said...

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Bruce Chang said...

And I didn't even know how much I needed that until it happened. Just that perfect alignment...

FelchingPisser said...

I love it when moments like this happen. Thank you.

Bruce Chang said...

and these moments probably happen more than I realize. Just this time I was able to see it from his lens as well as my own...

Bruce Chang said...

That sounded cocky... I meant these moments happen with everyone all the time, I'm sure...

BlkJack said...

Wow!
BlkJack

Bruce Chang said...

Glad you liked!

Not Alone said...

Your writing. It just...... I can't wait to hear about the next e-sex-apade.

Bruce Chang said...

Why just read about it when you can experience it! ;-)

Anonymous said...

Bruce, I never was much into visual pornography, and you story proves me right. Yourwriting turns me on, sexually and mentally. And makes me jealous that my own writing will hardly ever match up with yours.

The story reminded me on one I had with a handsome Colombian guy in Berlin some years ago. The same connection - looking into my eyes and Snap! Often I think that it is moments like this that make me look for sex. So thanks for putting these images in my mind.

One thing, your writing turns less refined as soon as the bareback part comes in. Suddenly too many cliches and vulgarities: flooding the ass with cum. Cum slick hole. Etc.

Bruce Chang said...

Thanks! And I'm sure your writing is much better. As far as the cliches and vulgarities, I think that stems from two things. One is that I fucking love cum. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. I love it so damn bad. There's so many things associated with it and feelings... Life, fear, heat, climactic epitome of ecstasy. So yeah, I can get really vulgar with it. The other part of it is that I get really bored of what I'm writing really easy. I start off so strong and then by the time I'm halfway done, I feel like I'm beating a dead horse and just want to stop so I resort to the cliches. I've tried writing shorter snapshots of encounters, but then they leave out so much I don't feel like I've done it justice. And to do so would ignore the reader and destroy the continuity of a story. As much as I'm writing this for me, I'm also writing it to be read, to be conveyed and to be understood. Otherwise, I'd be fine with just a list of short list of fragmented notes and pics on my phone for memories.

Frank said...

I discovered your blog a few days ago and I can't stop reading it now. I have to admit I have mixed feelings about some of the things written here, but on certain occasions, on certain posts, you seem to tap onto something so primal and so attractive to me, that it makes my hear race and my cock throb at the same time, as If you knew things I have not shared with anyone and put them into words.

I can only fantasize about making them reality with you.

Bruce Chang said...

Thanks for commenting! And the kind words.
Honestly, it's not me but the muses that inspire me. Like the moment with this guy that spurred this post. I'm forever grateful for the gifts of memory these men give me. I do wonder what mixed feelings you have. I have them myself on several different aspects and I wonder how much overlap.

Frank said...

You are welcome. Guess the mixed feelings come from different aspects.

One stems from being very aroused by a situation not unlike the one you have written so vividly on several occasions: That intense connection with a virtual stranger and wanting to engage in unprotected sex, not caring about anythig else and just giving into the moment. What you write about, many times, are things I fantasize. Having that kind of cennection with a stranger, letting him fill me up with his load while I release mine is hot indeed, I just don't feel that comfortable afterwards.

There are other aspects too, but I guess this is the first one that comes to mind.

Hope I'm making mysefl clear, english is not my first language.

Bruce Chang said...

I struggle with that too. There is something primal about cumming inside a person and filling a guy up with your load. But at the same time, I try not to fetishize the act of bareback sex. I often wonder if barebacking is more thrilling because it's taboo or if it is more than that.

Frank said...

Yes there's something very primal about that. I struggle with it a lot, especially since I am single. To me, it's more of and emotional/intellectual thing rather than a physical one: In all honesty, I can't say that I feel an actual difference between a wrapped dick and a raw one. But the idea of it, or even the talk about it makes mi dick throb.

How is it different for you? Is there a physical difference you experience when fucking raw, or is it just all in your head?

Bruce Chang said...

Oh, boy. Yes. Definitely feels different. Honestly, when a guy says they're new to bottoming, I want to go unwrapped. Not because of any symbolic reason but because I know I can feel it more, when to go forward when to stop. I can feel when they open up and when they tighten. But if you're just looking for me to pound you mercilessly, then hand me a rubber. I can go quite awhile wrapped.

Frank said...

Thanks for sharing that. I don't care for merciless piston-fucking, it does absolutely nothing for me. On the other hand, slow, intense, deliberate fucking makes me throb. Interestingly enough, knowing that my top wants to be inside me unwrapped is a huge turn on too.

Reminds me of the first time I had a guy unload in me. He was fucking me wrapped, and all of a sudden, without a word, he pulled out, urolled the condom off his dick, and slid inside me raw. I was so turned on I couldn't utter a word. After slow fucking me for a while we were both ready to loose and he asked me where I wanted him to cum. As much as I wanted it, I couldn't bring myself to tell him I wanted him to cum inside me. I was speechless, literally. He then looked me deep into my eyes and said: "I'm going to cum inside you", and we both did. Almost 20 years ago, and I still get hard thinking about it.