Here's @kinkyphaguette recounting his version of our meet up. My version in the previous post.
—————
I don't think my husband knew I was a slut when he married me. To be fair I hadn't realized it at the time either. When we met I was fresh out of high school, I had all these thoughts about what my future was going to be like and this focus on falling in love. It wasn't until a few years into the relationship that my inner slut was born. Once that happened it was only a matter of time before I cheated. My sex drive was insane, it still is, and as I got older I got kinkier. The man who I fell in love with couldn't keep up. Ironically enough it was my best friend back from high school that convinced me to open my legs for someone other than my husband, for him of course, for the first time and I haven't been able to close them since. But this isn't about the first time I cheated, this is about the most recent time.
We're on vacation in California, I'm not going to say where and why in the off chance this gets around. The internet is not as private as you'd expect it to be. Of course going to a new place means fresh meat. I had Grindr and Scruff downloaded before we even got on the airplane. I met up with quite a few guys in our week long stay, but my favorite one was a quickie I had on my last day. It was memorable for a few reasons: he had a good dick, knew how to use it, and it was public.
You see we stayed at an Airbnb located inside an apartment complex. We also joined a few friends who came in from different parts of the US. So my room was crowded and almost always full, no way I could host. But the complex had its own gym, a pool, and a clubhouse, not to mention plenty of hallways and stairwells to sneak off into. The morning of our last day I was horny as fuck. Some people were up and about packing for the return home but my husband was still sleeping. He was up late last night drinking. I knew he'd sleep in and if I said I was going to work out I could slip out and be gone for a bit without any questions. Before I did that however I needed someone to fuck me.
None of the previous guys I hooked up with this week were around. While I was waiting for a few to get back to me I opened Twitter to look at some porn. That's when I saw a tweet by someone I had been following for a long time. It was a short vid of him breeding some dude that I always wished was me. I went to his page to find more when I noticed he lived in the same area that I was visiting, well more like close enough to it. Fuck man, either way now was my chance! I hit him up, hoping he was online and wanting to play.
I was surprised that he actually replied kinda quickly. We had the usual conversation of what I'm looking for and what I'm into. He said he had to go to work so it needed to be quick. Quick works for me seeing as my husband could wake up any minute. I told him that and finding out I was cheating seemed to turn him on. If I'm being honest, it's a turn on for me too. I tell him I can host but there's a catch, namely it'll have to be somewhere around the apartment complex because with my friends all slowly waking up and packing I couldn't sneak him in the room. I wanted to though, if they had only left a little bit earlier I would have him fuck me on the couch while my husband slept in the room a few feet away from us. I'd even open the bedroom door.
Unfortunately I couldn't so I set out to find where I could bend over for this guy. My first stop was the gym, but there was already someone working out. I'm an exhibitionist but I couldn't risk getting reported to the office. However there were bathrooms right next to it. Perfect. Unfortunately in my search for a spot I almost missed him arriving! Luckily I caught him before he gave up and left! He was just as sexy as his Twitter pics and vids. I couldn't wait to worship his cock. I guide him over to the bathrooms, along the way he's grabbing my ass and he's getting me so fucking horny I wanted him to just bend me over in the hallway. He did suggest a stairwell but I knew I was a moaner and I didn't want to have to stay quiet. It was also morning so people were just getting up and heading to work. I don't mind risky sex, but I prefer to keep the odds of interruption manageable. We get to the bathrooms and they're lock. Of course.
Frustrated I think about where else we can go. Again I briefly entertained the idea of bringing him back to the room. Instead I went looking for the pool, or the clubhouse. One of those places were bound to have bathrooms or maybe a locker room. Turns out the clubhouse did and they were unlocked. Opened the door and it was one of those one stall bathrooms, private and plenty of space. Perfect. The door was barely closed before we started making out and stripping. He was really sexy, a little older than me, about my height, fit twink body type, and asian. I was frustrated, horny, and knew we didn't have a ton of time so while I could have made out with him all day it wasn't long before I went to my knees and started working his cock. He tasted amazing, and smelled good too. I'm not going to lie I do like to sniff a pair of musky balls, but I knew he was heading to work so I could expect him to be freshly showered. Still I enjoyed them.
I could already tell just but holding his dick he was bigger than my boyfriend. I didn't have to suck long to get him hard, he was already semi walking around, and again I'd have loved to spend longer on that cock but I really really love getting fucked. It seemed like it was only a matter of minutes before we were stripped down and I was on my hands and knees, ass up. Then I finally had what I wanted: his raw cock sliding into me. Every inch felt so good. I wanted him to go as deep as he could. I don't know if he was giving me a few moments to adjust to his size or if he just enjoyed the feeling of my ass gripping his cock but he paused for a few moments before the fucking really began. Every thrust both filled me up and left me wanting more. I moaned and begged for him to fuck me harder. He called me a faggot and pounded me.
I love dirty talk and he was driving me wild. Calling me a faggot and a cheating slut. Talking about my husband. He was fucking me so hard I couldn't think about anything other than the total ecstasy that was being rammed into my hole. At one point he got the angle just right and without even touching my cock I jizzed all over the bathroom floor. I tightened my hole around his shaft, there was no way I wanted him to stop. But he told me he was getting close, he asked me where I wanted him to cum I told him to breed me. He did. He flooded my hole with his cum.
After a short recovery we got dressed and left the restroom. Right at that moment an employee of the apartment complex walked right by the bathroom. She seemed very confused to see two men exit the bathroom at the same time. I wondered if she heard us. That thought almost got me in the mood for round two. We started ways and I went back up to my room with his load coating my insides. His cum was still inside me when my husband woke up and added his own to it. I wanted him to eat my ass to see if he could taste the other man's jizzz but he was so horny he just skipped to fucking me. He did comment on how my hole seemed a little loose. Oh well, maybe one day he'll find out he married a slut.
One thing I know though, is that I hope the next time I'm in California we can meet up again. Now that I've had a taste of that cock, I want more.
-Phaguette
Monday, December 9, 2019
Monday, December 2, 2019
On being singled out as a whore
It's quite brisk out by southern California standards. Halloween is always a tricky time of year where the heat of summer seems to drawl out well past the autumnal equinox without any signs of letting up. You plan a costume that has minimal layers and then suddenly Fall swoops in one night, a sudden brush of a witch's broom that sweeps in an arctic chill.
But this isn't a story about Halloween. In fact, this happens a couple days after. I'm just noting that I was cold. And agitated.
I'd been waiting outside of a large condo complex in the chill of the early morning with limited time before I had to go to work, baited there with the promise of a hot ass. The messages that were coming frequently trickled to a standstill and I almost gave up, thinking I had been ghosted when he finally messages me. He's a visiting cub, staying at an airbnb with his husband and all the circumstances should have made me bail long ago. It took him a long time to get back to me. It was cold. We didn't have a place to play. But the scruffy dude with the earnest eyes compelled me. And his lure of a seedy, surreptitious fuck in a semi-public space before sending him back to his slumbering husband knocked up with a strangers load was compelling. No matter how agitated I got, my cock's needs won out. It wanted a hole to pound.
And patience paid off.
We are in the bathroom of the community room. His sweatpants hurriedly pulled down to his knees and he's on all fours on the cold tile. He's sweating profusely from running around trying to find me in the massive complex. My hands are still cold. The contrast isn't lost on me when I place my hand on his back, causing him to arch and withdraw from the sting. I want to shove that pretty face down onto the cold tile as payback for making me wait. Instead, I slap my angry, throbbing cock against his pucker with minimal lube and I make him beg for it, beg for the cock he's been wanting. And then I fuck it in.
"Fuck, yeah! This what you want, you fucking -" and a momentary pause as I push the censors away, push all the training away, the sense of propriety away, push all the reservations and political considerations away... "faggot!"
"You cheating, faggot slut. This is what you need, huh? Dick constantly in your faggot ass."
It takes me a bit to go there, but I drew on the humiliation and degradation that he expressed he wanted. I channeled it to personify the guilt of his frequent indiscretions with a hard, angry, hate fuck bathed in a sea of verbal abuse. The response to being singled out as the whore that he is are sharp cries of need, whiny in their affirmations and lathered with lust.
And I am addicted to that. So much so that it doesn't take me long before his wet, hungry ass steals my load without me wanting to give it up.
I am in a rush to get out of there and make my way to work, but I let him exit the bathroom first. Take a slight pause to finish washing my hands before I followed suit... and run right into a lady posting up signs in the community. Puzzled look on her face and then it dawns on her.
She just singled me out as the whore that I am.
Side note: I asked the guy to write up our encounter and he did! His version of the encounter coming out soon!
But this isn't a story about Halloween. In fact, this happens a couple days after. I'm just noting that I was cold. And agitated.
I'd been waiting outside of a large condo complex in the chill of the early morning with limited time before I had to go to work, baited there with the promise of a hot ass. The messages that were coming frequently trickled to a standstill and I almost gave up, thinking I had been ghosted when he finally messages me. He's a visiting cub, staying at an airbnb with his husband and all the circumstances should have made me bail long ago. It took him a long time to get back to me. It was cold. We didn't have a place to play. But the scruffy dude with the earnest eyes compelled me. And his lure of a seedy, surreptitious fuck in a semi-public space before sending him back to his slumbering husband knocked up with a strangers load was compelling. No matter how agitated I got, my cock's needs won out. It wanted a hole to pound.
And patience paid off.
We are in the bathroom of the community room. His sweatpants hurriedly pulled down to his knees and he's on all fours on the cold tile. He's sweating profusely from running around trying to find me in the massive complex. My hands are still cold. The contrast isn't lost on me when I place my hand on his back, causing him to arch and withdraw from the sting. I want to shove that pretty face down onto the cold tile as payback for making me wait. Instead, I slap my angry, throbbing cock against his pucker with minimal lube and I make him beg for it, beg for the cock he's been wanting. And then I fuck it in.
"Fuck, yeah! This what you want, you fucking -" and a momentary pause as I push the censors away, push all the training away, the sense of propriety away, push all the reservations and political considerations away... "faggot!"
"You cheating, faggot slut. This is what you need, huh? Dick constantly in your faggot ass."
It takes me a bit to go there, but I drew on the humiliation and degradation that he expressed he wanted. I channeled it to personify the guilt of his frequent indiscretions with a hard, angry, hate fuck bathed in a sea of verbal abuse. The response to being singled out as the whore that he is are sharp cries of need, whiny in their affirmations and lathered with lust.
And I am addicted to that. So much so that it doesn't take me long before his wet, hungry ass steals my load without me wanting to give it up.
I am in a rush to get out of there and make my way to work, but I let him exit the bathroom first. Take a slight pause to finish washing my hands before I followed suit... and run right into a lady posting up signs in the community. Puzzled look on her face and then it dawns on her.
She just singled me out as the whore that I am.
Side note: I asked the guy to write up our encounter and he did! His version of the encounter coming out soon!
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Musings: objectified
When I came out in my teens, I adopted this gay couple as mentors and one of the things they advocated for was for me to fully invest myself in the high school experience and my friends. No need to hunt for a boyfriend. Definitely don't need to hunt for a trick. Yes, you've come to realize you're gay but there's more to you than just who you sleep with so just go out there and have fun with kids your age and live life. They were actually really protective and were insisting that I see myself as more than just a body as they knew there were folks that would prize me for my youth. Not that it totally worked cause I was still fucking with guys twice my age and then some but I also heard what they were saying.
Fast forward to now and suddenly I realize I'm the older guy and guys half my age are hitting on me and I'm rather inconsistent on how I perceive that. Generally, hot is hot. I don't find younger guys more attractive and I don't really chase them but when they hit on me, I usually flirt back. And if it goes beyond that, as it often does, I generally try to make sure that they have a damn good time. Generally not my thing to do an anon gang bang with a 20 year old. It's gonna be connected sex and they're going to know that I'm really into them.
So, when a guy that just started college hit me up on twitter wanted to play, I was on the fence. I'm not looking for anything more than just something physical and I don't want him to feel used and objectified because of it. We ended up in a hotel room together with my hands roaming his body trying to read him and find his trigger points, but the boy was so damn sensitive. And then when he was on all fours with my cock just teasing his hole, he impatiently barked, "Just stick it in and fuck me already!"
Ha!
Funny how it goes. Here I was, overly sensitive about not using him as a piece of meat and irconically, by doing so, I placed him on a subjugated status when he knew exactly what he wanted. He was totally in control and he wanted to use me as a human dildo. And I'm totally fine with being objectified that way.
Fast forward to now and suddenly I realize I'm the older guy and guys half my age are hitting on me and I'm rather inconsistent on how I perceive that. Generally, hot is hot. I don't find younger guys more attractive and I don't really chase them but when they hit on me, I usually flirt back. And if it goes beyond that, as it often does, I generally try to make sure that they have a damn good time. Generally not my thing to do an anon gang bang with a 20 year old. It's gonna be connected sex and they're going to know that I'm really into them.
So, when a guy that just started college hit me up on twitter wanted to play, I was on the fence. I'm not looking for anything more than just something physical and I don't want him to feel used and objectified because of it. We ended up in a hotel room together with my hands roaming his body trying to read him and find his trigger points, but the boy was so damn sensitive. And then when he was on all fours with my cock just teasing his hole, he impatiently barked, "Just stick it in and fuck me already!"
Ha!
Funny how it goes. Here I was, overly sensitive about not using him as a piece of meat and irconically, by doing so, I placed him on a subjugated status when he knew exactly what he wanted. He was totally in control and he wanted to use me as a human dildo. And I'm totally fine with being objectified that way.
Monday, October 14, 2019
Rewarding eagerness
So picture this:
My face is planted in deep between the round, fuzzy globes of a beautiful college kid while he's on his hands and knees. My tongue swirls, orbiting around his hole in smaller and smaller circles before it crashes into the depths. As my tongue snakes deeper into his hole, I'm about to pass out from in between the deep cleft of his mounds. My nose burrowed into the inner depths of his musk and my mouth suctioned against pure magnificence, I need to claw my way back out of the spell of his intoxicating sensuality before I pass out from the heady lust. I don't need poppers when I have the delicate scent of individuality to get high off of. His scent is unique even after the quick shower we shared and I'm loving it, so after a big gasp of air I dive right back in.
"Just fuck your cum inside me already!" he softly pleads into the pillow so I can barely hear. I reluctantly pry myself from his mounds again to answer.
"An eager boy! That's just what I was aiming for. Work you up until your body needs this dick inside you. But it's not time yet. I'll let you know."
And with that, I lap at his taint which makes him twist and flinch, as I've just tried to brand him with hot iron. I lap at his balls and he whines and shudders. I reach up to pull his hard, uncut cock back to lick, but he swats my hand away. For some men, it's an indication that he wants me to concentrate on my own enjoyment, for others it's due to a distaste for oral sex, but for him it's because he's on the verge of cumming and he needs for it to last a little longer. He can't cum before I get my dick inside him finally. We've barely started.
It's his first time bottoming, he's told me. He's topped before but never bottomed. And he wants it bad.
I work some more spit into his hole with my tongue. I spend a long session playing a game to see how far I can get my tongue into his hole. When, I am content with the answer, it's finally time.
I do a test and I flip my inches on the valley of his ass and it makes a satisfying slapping thud. I work my hips so that the angle is right, retreat slightly so that I'm lined up, and handsfree and with all my attention and focus, gently apply pressure against his hole with the head of my cock. It streaks in with stops and starts, enough spit slime and hunger from the boy to welcome the invasion but a viscosity that's doesn't make for a completely smooth entry. I stop halfway through, not because I don't think he can take it, but because I want him to feel an effortless friction between our bodies. I apply just a dabble of lube that I work into my meat with a bit of flourish, a single wrist-flick stroke and I'm up in him again to the point where I stopped. I paused. It's not enough for the boy and he tries to back up onto me but my hands firmly grasp his waist to make him stop. I feel a pulse of his hole as it grasps at my cock in a tight ring and just when the strangulating hold around my cock subsides just a fraction, I glide in the rest of the way until our bodies meet and make an audible slap that reverberates through the room.
"That's what you needed, huh, kid. That feels like home."
Slow sensual strokes in and out, several of them, in tune to a mental melody that makes my his sway. Then I pull all the way out. Well, almost. Just part of the head of my cock rests firmly against the target so I know I'm lined up perfectly for the shot... and then I slam in hard. That would make anyone cry out, not just a novice. I meant for him to feel it. Feel all of me. Feel it violently. Feel both extremes, the slow and steady and the piercing impact that jolts you alive.
He pants. And whines. He's not a vocal lover, so I know this means he's really on edge.
"I want your cum inside me so bad," he whispers.
"Yeah. You do. And you want it so bad, you're about to cum, aren't you? Do it. Show me how bad you want it. Cum for me. You've got my permission. Just let go and don't hold back."
As I'm prodding him to just give into the sensations, I can feel it. His body, so pliable before starts to contort in microangles almost imperceptible, but enough where I know it's starting. And his hold starts to milk my cock, almost expelling me in the backstroke but I persist and slam it back in. He's not vocal enough to let me know when precisely it happened but I know it did. His beautiful uncut meat unfurled a healthy load of cum onto the sheets, handsfree.
I slow down when I think he's finished... slowly rocking him back and forth. And then I finally roll off of him and plop myself onto my back next to him, panting almost as heavily as he is as he regains composure.
I feel a wet patch under me.
"Is that your cum?"
A little grin and he sheepishly confirms. And drunk with the sexual power of it all, I pull his one arm over me like a blanket so that he can curl up onto me as we take a little break. I gently stroke his arm and back. He's hyper sensitive right now and don't want to tickle him. I just want him to feel the warmth of my affections spread from the palm of my hand. Even before we started to get into it, I could tell he wasn't used to touch. He'd beg off crying to be too sensitive and ticklish. And he's obviously trying to soak in my tactile ministrations.
"Good boy..." I'm not sure whether I'm referring to him permitting himself to cum handsfree or for him indulging me in my molestation, but either way he relents with a sigh.
And don't worry, I delivered the load he sought after fucking him in a couple different positions and then fucked another load out of him in the shower as we cleaned up. He got to experience how it felt to get bred and to have that load fucked deeper inside him.
Sent from my iPhone
My face is planted in deep between the round, fuzzy globes of a beautiful college kid while he's on his hands and knees. My tongue swirls, orbiting around his hole in smaller and smaller circles before it crashes into the depths. As my tongue snakes deeper into his hole, I'm about to pass out from in between the deep cleft of his mounds. My nose burrowed into the inner depths of his musk and my mouth suctioned against pure magnificence, I need to claw my way back out of the spell of his intoxicating sensuality before I pass out from the heady lust. I don't need poppers when I have the delicate scent of individuality to get high off of. His scent is unique even after the quick shower we shared and I'm loving it, so after a big gasp of air I dive right back in.
"Just fuck your cum inside me already!" he softly pleads into the pillow so I can barely hear. I reluctantly pry myself from his mounds again to answer.
"An eager boy! That's just what I was aiming for. Work you up until your body needs this dick inside you. But it's not time yet. I'll let you know."
And with that, I lap at his taint which makes him twist and flinch, as I've just tried to brand him with hot iron. I lap at his balls and he whines and shudders. I reach up to pull his hard, uncut cock back to lick, but he swats my hand away. For some men, it's an indication that he wants me to concentrate on my own enjoyment, for others it's due to a distaste for oral sex, but for him it's because he's on the verge of cumming and he needs for it to last a little longer. He can't cum before I get my dick inside him finally. We've barely started.
It's his first time bottoming, he's told me. He's topped before but never bottomed. And he wants it bad.
I work some more spit into his hole with my tongue. I spend a long session playing a game to see how far I can get my tongue into his hole. When, I am content with the answer, it's finally time.
I do a test and I flip my inches on the valley of his ass and it makes a satisfying slapping thud. I work my hips so that the angle is right, retreat slightly so that I'm lined up, and handsfree and with all my attention and focus, gently apply pressure against his hole with the head of my cock. It streaks in with stops and starts, enough spit slime and hunger from the boy to welcome the invasion but a viscosity that's doesn't make for a completely smooth entry. I stop halfway through, not because I don't think he can take it, but because I want him to feel an effortless friction between our bodies. I apply just a dabble of lube that I work into my meat with a bit of flourish, a single wrist-flick stroke and I'm up in him again to the point where I stopped. I paused. It's not enough for the boy and he tries to back up onto me but my hands firmly grasp his waist to make him stop. I feel a pulse of his hole as it grasps at my cock in a tight ring and just when the strangulating hold around my cock subsides just a fraction, I glide in the rest of the way until our bodies meet and make an audible slap that reverberates through the room.
"That's what you needed, huh, kid. That feels like home."
Slow sensual strokes in and out, several of them, in tune to a mental melody that makes my his sway. Then I pull all the way out. Well, almost. Just part of the head of my cock rests firmly against the target so I know I'm lined up perfectly for the shot... and then I slam in hard. That would make anyone cry out, not just a novice. I meant for him to feel it. Feel all of me. Feel it violently. Feel both extremes, the slow and steady and the piercing impact that jolts you alive.
He pants. And whines. He's not a vocal lover, so I know this means he's really on edge.
"I want your cum inside me so bad," he whispers.
"Yeah. You do. And you want it so bad, you're about to cum, aren't you? Do it. Show me how bad you want it. Cum for me. You've got my permission. Just let go and don't hold back."
As I'm prodding him to just give into the sensations, I can feel it. His body, so pliable before starts to contort in microangles almost imperceptible, but enough where I know it's starting. And his hold starts to milk my cock, almost expelling me in the backstroke but I persist and slam it back in. He's not vocal enough to let me know when precisely it happened but I know it did. His beautiful uncut meat unfurled a healthy load of cum onto the sheets, handsfree.
I slow down when I think he's finished... slowly rocking him back and forth. And then I finally roll off of him and plop myself onto my back next to him, panting almost as heavily as he is as he regains composure.
I feel a wet patch under me.
"Is that your cum?"
A little grin and he sheepishly confirms. And drunk with the sexual power of it all, I pull his one arm over me like a blanket so that he can curl up onto me as we take a little break. I gently stroke his arm and back. He's hyper sensitive right now and don't want to tickle him. I just want him to feel the warmth of my affections spread from the palm of my hand. Even before we started to get into it, I could tell he wasn't used to touch. He'd beg off crying to be too sensitive and ticklish. And he's obviously trying to soak in my tactile ministrations.
"Good boy..." I'm not sure whether I'm referring to him permitting himself to cum handsfree or for him indulging me in my molestation, but either way he relents with a sigh.
And don't worry, I delivered the load he sought after fucking him in a couple different positions and then fucked another load out of him in the shower as we cleaned up. He got to experience how it felt to get bred and to have that load fucked deeper inside him.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Four moments in a fourway
I first met dwnsouf83 about a year ago in a group session that spreadnaround1 formed. We were in the middle of playing when dwnsouf83 swooped in from nowhere and made my cock throb a little bit harder and go a little bit deeper inside whomever I was plowing at the time. Fast forward a couple of months and we reconnect on twitter and it turns out, coincidentally, his partner has been hitting me up trying to get together as well. Took a bit for me to make the connection that they were a couple. His partner (lbc79ltnguy) and I never quite met, not because the attraction wasn't there (far from and they're a smoking hot pair to be honest) but part of it was scheduling and the larger part was probably us both being shy about what pigs we are. You tend to do a little dance of letting a guy know you're interested but don't quite let on to the fact that you're a whore that likes to plug as many holes as possible. I mean, don't wanna scare a guy away...
The stars aligned and we finally arrange for a night where we're all free to get together and lbc79ltnguy manages to also get a fourth to come. What resulted was an amazing couple of hours where we became a mass of flesh, feeding off of each other's energy yielding some really unique moments, like:
(1)
I'm making out with lbc79ltnguy and feel his stubble scratch at me every time our mouths open to allow our tongues to meet. Mouths oval and locked at complementary angles so that we can devour each other, they move in unison but for some reason I can still feel his five o'clock shadow assertively brush at me as if I'm a passive doll being groomed. Not that I mind. At all. I'm just reminded of his aggressively masculine jawline as the muscles ripple to open and partially close to allow our tongues to undulate in a sensual dance within each others mouths. It's probably the ferocity at which we are making out, floodgates open from the lake of delayed gratification formed from streams of electronic flirtations. The kisses are urgent, fervent, but the passion as our tongues swirled is languid and playful as two children with ample free time. His long limbs wrap around me to draw me in near. Legs encircle. An arm around my back to pull me in close. And I break from the kiss to fully embrace the bristles that attack me, dragging my cheeks across the prickles and work my way down to his neck. He lets out a gasp as my tongue traces the strong muscles that strain when he throws back his head. I move down further to his chest, break for a quick second to look down at him with a glint in my eye and then swoop down to take his left nipple in my mouth. Another long exhale as his limbs, untangled from me in my movements try to reach out and bring me in close again. His right hand finds my left and brings it up to this right nipple and he expertly intertwines our fingers so that we both pinch his right nipple, hard, all while I lap at his left nipple with my tongue. At this, my mouth involuntarily breaks into a smile. I get what he's telling me. His nips are wired and they can take quite a beating. But I resist. The silent information was welcome though. I know not to hold back. So, I take his nip and use my tongue to press it against my upper teeth with steady increasing pressure until I release and let the broad tongue swirl around the nip and press it against his chest to get the blood flow pumping back again. Then a nibble with more pressure and release. Back and forth until I'm outright gnawing on his nip chewing them off and pulling. His body involuntarily quivers. I've found his limit, for now. I give his nip a break and release to massage it with my tongue only to ramp it up again. I get to his limit and push a little further. Again and again I push the line until I've thought he's had enough. When I pull away, he nearly pouts with the sudden diversion. He wants more, but I leave him so that he can enjoy the other men that are fawning over him.
(2)
I'm fucking dwnsouf83 and focusing on him until movements beside us distract us both. lbc79ltnguy is being pounded on all fours next to us. Literally pummeled into the mattress that sends tsunamis that knock me off my own rhythm. lbc79ltnguy's friend looks up for a second and our eyes meet before we both smirk at each other. Just that small gesture makes me realize how unique this is. The four of us are having really connected sex where the attraction flows pretty well in all directions. Through the myriad of ethnicities, age groups, and body size, we all seem to be turned on by one another quite equally which is quite rare when meeting to purely address physical needs and attractions. It's rare when the chemistry is instant and doesn't leave anyone out when you haven't talked to them all to determine compatibility. To validate my suspicions, I lean over and the other top and I swap spit. Well, it's a bit more than that. We make out and it's pretty intense. So much so that the top rips his cock out of lbc79ltnguy so as to not shoot too soon. I don't let him get away with that though. Instead, I withdraw from dwnsouf83 and swoop down to take the top down my throat. We all groan at the same time. Me from all the juices that I'm tasting as I take him down my throat, the top groans from the sudden change in sensation as my throat tries to emulate the ass he just pulled out of, the others from the ferocity of which I suck him down. Pretty soon, I have the top on all fours as I lap at his hole. I'm not sure if he's prepped for it, but I don't care. I start to use the head of my cock to push my drool that has collected around his hole inside him and without any hesitation at all, he backs up and takes me fully inside him. I'm surprised at the turn of events, but it doesn't seem engineered at all. lbc79ltnguy starts sucking the (vers) top as I drill him and dwnsouf83 joins in as well. We're just a mass of limbs entangled onto each other for a moment.
(3)
dwnsouf83 has got me really worked up. I've got him at the edge of the bed, legs up over my shoulders, my rock hard cock shoved in him balls deep and I'm staring at him intently. Eyes trying to pierce him as I fuck my meat into him. He boldly stares right back until I reach up. I was about to feel that buzzed hair that turns me on so much, that feeling of running my fingers over a fresh cut, but instead the palm lands near his collarbone as I lean forward and press my weight onto him and lower myself down for a kiss. We make out for awhile and as I raise myself back again, a long strand of drool connects us, separates, and then hangs above him. He opens his mouth to accept the spittle. To speed up the long drip, I spit it into his open mouth, at which he grins devilishly before opening his mouth wide again. I got the hint. The hand that was at his collarbone moves so that it wraps around his neck and I launch more spit into his open mouth. It sprays his face a little and I use my other hand to rub it over his face a little before using it to squeeze his mouth open in preparation for another round that I launch at him. I shift his left leg off my right should so it hangs off to the side and use the slime that I had scraped off his face to grasp his cock that had waned a little as I pummeled his ass. it doesn't take much to get him hard again. Just a little squeeze from the hand still around his neck, the slick spit lube massaged into his cock, and my cock insistent on fucking the cum out of him. And that's exactly what I did. He shoots long ropes as I deep dick him.
(4)
I'm still inside dwnsouf83 after having managed to fuck the cum out of everyone in the room. I am amazed that he can still take a pounding after cumming. I'm trying to lose my load too, but the finish line is a long ways off. It had come and gone so many times my body has given up any hope of getting to the climax and is content with the attention that it is shown. I'm concentrating hard but I fail. Despite all the trigger points, the smell of cum and sweat and musk, hot guys working every part of me, I just can't cum. With some embarrassment, I waive the white flag and give up, announcing that I'm just not able to finish. My body is at peace with it, more than satisfied from the hours of play, but there's something satisfying about knowing my load is inside someone that makes me painfully acknowledge it's not gonna happen. Not tonight. And as I pull out and back away, my exhausted body literally gives up. Weak-kneed, it takes a second for me to steady myself and I crash on the bed for a few moments to catch my breath.
Sent from my iPhone
The stars aligned and we finally arrange for a night where we're all free to get together and lbc79ltnguy manages to also get a fourth to come. What resulted was an amazing couple of hours where we became a mass of flesh, feeding off of each other's energy yielding some really unique moments, like:
(1)
I'm making out with lbc79ltnguy and feel his stubble scratch at me every time our mouths open to allow our tongues to meet. Mouths oval and locked at complementary angles so that we can devour each other, they move in unison but for some reason I can still feel his five o'clock shadow assertively brush at me as if I'm a passive doll being groomed. Not that I mind. At all. I'm just reminded of his aggressively masculine jawline as the muscles ripple to open and partially close to allow our tongues to undulate in a sensual dance within each others mouths. It's probably the ferocity at which we are making out, floodgates open from the lake of delayed gratification formed from streams of electronic flirtations. The kisses are urgent, fervent, but the passion as our tongues swirled is languid and playful as two children with ample free time. His long limbs wrap around me to draw me in near. Legs encircle. An arm around my back to pull me in close. And I break from the kiss to fully embrace the bristles that attack me, dragging my cheeks across the prickles and work my way down to his neck. He lets out a gasp as my tongue traces the strong muscles that strain when he throws back his head. I move down further to his chest, break for a quick second to look down at him with a glint in my eye and then swoop down to take his left nipple in my mouth. Another long exhale as his limbs, untangled from me in my movements try to reach out and bring me in close again. His right hand finds my left and brings it up to this right nipple and he expertly intertwines our fingers so that we both pinch his right nipple, hard, all while I lap at his left nipple with my tongue. At this, my mouth involuntarily breaks into a smile. I get what he's telling me. His nips are wired and they can take quite a beating. But I resist. The silent information was welcome though. I know not to hold back. So, I take his nip and use my tongue to press it against my upper teeth with steady increasing pressure until I release and let the broad tongue swirl around the nip and press it against his chest to get the blood flow pumping back again. Then a nibble with more pressure and release. Back and forth until I'm outright gnawing on his nip chewing them off and pulling. His body involuntarily quivers. I've found his limit, for now. I give his nip a break and release to massage it with my tongue only to ramp it up again. I get to his limit and push a little further. Again and again I push the line until I've thought he's had enough. When I pull away, he nearly pouts with the sudden diversion. He wants more, but I leave him so that he can enjoy the other men that are fawning over him.
(2)
I'm fucking dwnsouf83 and focusing on him until movements beside us distract us both. lbc79ltnguy is being pounded on all fours next to us. Literally pummeled into the mattress that sends tsunamis that knock me off my own rhythm. lbc79ltnguy's friend looks up for a second and our eyes meet before we both smirk at each other. Just that small gesture makes me realize how unique this is. The four of us are having really connected sex where the attraction flows pretty well in all directions. Through the myriad of ethnicities, age groups, and body size, we all seem to be turned on by one another quite equally which is quite rare when meeting to purely address physical needs and attractions. It's rare when the chemistry is instant and doesn't leave anyone out when you haven't talked to them all to determine compatibility. To validate my suspicions, I lean over and the other top and I swap spit. Well, it's a bit more than that. We make out and it's pretty intense. So much so that the top rips his cock out of lbc79ltnguy so as to not shoot too soon. I don't let him get away with that though. Instead, I withdraw from dwnsouf83 and swoop down to take the top down my throat. We all groan at the same time. Me from all the juices that I'm tasting as I take him down my throat, the top groans from the sudden change in sensation as my throat tries to emulate the ass he just pulled out of, the others from the ferocity of which I suck him down. Pretty soon, I have the top on all fours as I lap at his hole. I'm not sure if he's prepped for it, but I don't care. I start to use the head of my cock to push my drool that has collected around his hole inside him and without any hesitation at all, he backs up and takes me fully inside him. I'm surprised at the turn of events, but it doesn't seem engineered at all. lbc79ltnguy starts sucking the (vers) top as I drill him and dwnsouf83 joins in as well. We're just a mass of limbs entangled onto each other for a moment.
(3)
dwnsouf83 has got me really worked up. I've got him at the edge of the bed, legs up over my shoulders, my rock hard cock shoved in him balls deep and I'm staring at him intently. Eyes trying to pierce him as I fuck my meat into him. He boldly stares right back until I reach up. I was about to feel that buzzed hair that turns me on so much, that feeling of running my fingers over a fresh cut, but instead the palm lands near his collarbone as I lean forward and press my weight onto him and lower myself down for a kiss. We make out for awhile and as I raise myself back again, a long strand of drool connects us, separates, and then hangs above him. He opens his mouth to accept the spittle. To speed up the long drip, I spit it into his open mouth, at which he grins devilishly before opening his mouth wide again. I got the hint. The hand that was at his collarbone moves so that it wraps around his neck and I launch more spit into his open mouth. It sprays his face a little and I use my other hand to rub it over his face a little before using it to squeeze his mouth open in preparation for another round that I launch at him. I shift his left leg off my right should so it hangs off to the side and use the slime that I had scraped off his face to grasp his cock that had waned a little as I pummeled his ass. it doesn't take much to get him hard again. Just a little squeeze from the hand still around his neck, the slick spit lube massaged into his cock, and my cock insistent on fucking the cum out of him. And that's exactly what I did. He shoots long ropes as I deep dick him.
(4)
I'm still inside dwnsouf83 after having managed to fuck the cum out of everyone in the room. I am amazed that he can still take a pounding after cumming. I'm trying to lose my load too, but the finish line is a long ways off. It had come and gone so many times my body has given up any hope of getting to the climax and is content with the attention that it is shown. I'm concentrating hard but I fail. Despite all the trigger points, the smell of cum and sweat and musk, hot guys working every part of me, I just can't cum. With some embarrassment, I waive the white flag and give up, announcing that I'm just not able to finish. My body is at peace with it, more than satisfied from the hours of play, but there's something satisfying about knowing my load is inside someone that makes me painfully acknowledge it's not gonna happen. Not tonight. And as I pull out and back away, my exhausted body literally gives up. Weak-kneed, it takes a second for me to steady myself and I crash on the bed for a few moments to catch my breath.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Momentarily too far
You know it's good when sweat beads on his body even though the fan is blowing directly on him. He's on all fours slowly trying to take my inches. Little by little, I feel his hole give in and my shaft slips a few millimeters before his body revolts and tightens up again. That gasp as it suddenly yields and a contented groan when he tightens up. Over and over. I sometimes ease up on the pressure and back up a bit only to solicit a whine and feel him involuntarily back up to make up for the loss. He wants me in him.
I lay the palm of my hand flat on his back. Assertively. It doesn't glide across his body with soft caresses like it did before. For one, the sweat from his exertions is just enough to create a viscosity that glues my hand to him. For another, I'm using it to command his body to relax and let me in. And it works. The warmth of my hand seemingly sends a ripple through his body, synapse after interconnected synapse fall like dominoes in a zig zag maze through the fibers of his muscular back down to the inner rings of his sphincter so that he just flowers open and the last of my meat glides in effortlessly until I'm balls deep.
I cry out obscenities in a sudden roar and I just revel from feeling the heat of his need within the depths of his core.
A long pause before I finally break out of the reverie.
And then I fuck.
The floodgates opens and the patience I formerly showed was abruptly discarded for fiercely hard assaults on his ass. Full strokes where I rip my cock from his body only to plunge it back in. I can see his ring cling to me like the crescent of a circus top tent on the outstroke and then disappear as I push in. The boy is tight and with only spit as lube, I feel like I was dragging his insides out. All he could do was let out a long wail, buffeted by the rhythm of my fuck.
God it felt good to finally be inside him.
That period of delayed gratification wasn't even that long. I met him off of grindr. We only exchanged about 5 messages each before I pulled up at his apartment (which may sound like a lot but was probably a record for me). I did spend long minutes making out with the cute otter, swapping head, and then eating him out until he begged me to stuff him. But now that I'm in him, I can't hold back. I raise both my hands over my head in the middle of fucking him and with one fast, heavy swoop, let them both land hard onto his ass cheeks. I can still see my handprints when I grab his waist and pull him onto me. I can't get enough. It's not just my dick. I want to be inside him. My whole being.
He reaches for the poppers and I grind to a halt. No need to have toxic chemicals splashing about. No need for the liquids, just the fumes. He caps the bottle and just when I feel their effects on his body, I start in again. I collapse onto his back. With one arm, I hold myself up while the other goes over his shoulder, under his neck and up from under to grab the other shoulder. His chin is resting on the crook of my arm. I've got him on a sleeper hold and I just use that position to pull him back into me for a couple of thrusts.
And then I flex my arm.
I'm not blocking airflow. I put him in the hold for just a couple of seconds before I relax the arm. I felt him go slightly limp, but now he's a jolt of energy. The first thrust after I relax my arm sends him into full body spasms that almost buck me off him. As I continue to slam my shaft into his destroyed hole, his head snaps up and erratically quivers from side to side as if to trace an invisible lighting strike as it hits the ground. He turns his head to look at me and I see a look of confusion, panic and shock that turns into lust as he starts to buck back into me again.
I had gone a little too far. I didn't count on the poppers affecting things the way they did. It'd normally take a lot longer for a guy to pass out on a sleeper hold. My body went on automatic as I mentally weighed in on the gravity of what just happened. I was freaked out. My body, on the other hand, was completely turned on. I went from solid to rock hard. I went to from enjoying the sensations to being a maniac. I'm pretty sure the aggressive look I was giving him when he turned back to see what was going on would normally freak out a person on the street.
I pull out and flip him on his back. He's just as hard. A momentary pause where our eyes meet and he understands. He nods vigorously and his legs fly up in the air and wrap themselves around me to draw me back in. I comply and shove it back in. No finesse. Just need. I throw his left knee over my right shoulder and push his other to the side as I grab his member. Instantly, I am coated in slime from the precum he is oozing and that his foreskin was collecting.
"You're close, aren't you, boy?" I didn't ask that as much as I barked it at him as a statement of fact.
"God, yeah."
"Do it. Show me how much you love getting dicked down." And with that, I let go and let him take over while I fuck him in a couple different angles to see which one he responds to. He's flogging his dick when he lets out a yelp. Found that spot and I attack it relentlessly until he cums. He shoots everywhere. The first volley is a long streak that hits the pillow and bedsheets behind him. The second smacks him in the face. A couple of smaller spurts and then I hit that sweet spot again and he gushes big globs onto his belly. The flow doesn't seem to end. I couldn't help but laugh in amazement.
I instantly pull out and lap all of it up. Big slurping noises as I try to suction up all the cum. Then I raise his legs and expose his ruined hole. My face is close and I can see the warm breath causing his hole to spasm and wink at me. And then I dive in and reverse felch the load into him. He knows what I'm trying to do and I can feel his pinched hole relax and open to accept the offers.
"You okay?" I'm not a complete monster. I know how you can get after you cum.
"Oh yeah. A hundred percent."
So I flip him over on the edge of the bed and enter him again. I use the weight of my body to make him feel fully enveloped. Every inch of his body is draped with mine. This time, I languidly fuck, reveling in a cumslick hole until my cock pulses and makes it even wetter by adding my own load.
...
Afterword (and a bit of a boner killer)
I struggled with this one. It's the one time where I fully thought about how this is going to read instead of just jotting down on paper what I want to remember. One of the rare times where I actively acknowledged that there's going to be an audience while writing things down. Why? A couple of reasons: I didn't want this highly stylized narrative to encourage guys to actively try to put folks in sleeper holds to the point where they pass out but at the same time, didn't want to be too didactic either. The other reason: I really do struggle with how dark it is to be turned on by the things I get turned on by. Bondage demonstrations get me boned up almost instantly. I've been known to have keys to folks houses so that I can sneak in during the wee hours of the morning to wake them up with my body pressed against them. Sure, it's all consensual but do I even want to play into that? Furthermore, it's so at odd with how I am normally. Of course, one of my fuck buds says that's my charm: I'm completely different inside the bedroom vs outside. Ha! But then, most wouldn't know he's a well-hung bottom that loves to be spit on and slapped around (like literally spit and slapped in the face and punched on the chest) so maybe he's just recognizing a kindred spirit. Anyway, feel free to comment!
I lay the palm of my hand flat on his back. Assertively. It doesn't glide across his body with soft caresses like it did before. For one, the sweat from his exertions is just enough to create a viscosity that glues my hand to him. For another, I'm using it to command his body to relax and let me in. And it works. The warmth of my hand seemingly sends a ripple through his body, synapse after interconnected synapse fall like dominoes in a zig zag maze through the fibers of his muscular back down to the inner rings of his sphincter so that he just flowers open and the last of my meat glides in effortlessly until I'm balls deep.
I cry out obscenities in a sudden roar and I just revel from feeling the heat of his need within the depths of his core.
A long pause before I finally break out of the reverie.
And then I fuck.
The floodgates opens and the patience I formerly showed was abruptly discarded for fiercely hard assaults on his ass. Full strokes where I rip my cock from his body only to plunge it back in. I can see his ring cling to me like the crescent of a circus top tent on the outstroke and then disappear as I push in. The boy is tight and with only spit as lube, I feel like I was dragging his insides out. All he could do was let out a long wail, buffeted by the rhythm of my fuck.
God it felt good to finally be inside him.
That period of delayed gratification wasn't even that long. I met him off of grindr. We only exchanged about 5 messages each before I pulled up at his apartment (which may sound like a lot but was probably a record for me). I did spend long minutes making out with the cute otter, swapping head, and then eating him out until he begged me to stuff him. But now that I'm in him, I can't hold back. I raise both my hands over my head in the middle of fucking him and with one fast, heavy swoop, let them both land hard onto his ass cheeks. I can still see my handprints when I grab his waist and pull him onto me. I can't get enough. It's not just my dick. I want to be inside him. My whole being.
He reaches for the poppers and I grind to a halt. No need to have toxic chemicals splashing about. No need for the liquids, just the fumes. He caps the bottle and just when I feel their effects on his body, I start in again. I collapse onto his back. With one arm, I hold myself up while the other goes over his shoulder, under his neck and up from under to grab the other shoulder. His chin is resting on the crook of my arm. I've got him on a sleeper hold and I just use that position to pull him back into me for a couple of thrusts.
And then I flex my arm.
I'm not blocking airflow. I put him in the hold for just a couple of seconds before I relax the arm. I felt him go slightly limp, but now he's a jolt of energy. The first thrust after I relax my arm sends him into full body spasms that almost buck me off him. As I continue to slam my shaft into his destroyed hole, his head snaps up and erratically quivers from side to side as if to trace an invisible lighting strike as it hits the ground. He turns his head to look at me and I see a look of confusion, panic and shock that turns into lust as he starts to buck back into me again.
I had gone a little too far. I didn't count on the poppers affecting things the way they did. It'd normally take a lot longer for a guy to pass out on a sleeper hold. My body went on automatic as I mentally weighed in on the gravity of what just happened. I was freaked out. My body, on the other hand, was completely turned on. I went from solid to rock hard. I went to from enjoying the sensations to being a maniac. I'm pretty sure the aggressive look I was giving him when he turned back to see what was going on would normally freak out a person on the street.
I pull out and flip him on his back. He's just as hard. A momentary pause where our eyes meet and he understands. He nods vigorously and his legs fly up in the air and wrap themselves around me to draw me back in. I comply and shove it back in. No finesse. Just need. I throw his left knee over my right shoulder and push his other to the side as I grab his member. Instantly, I am coated in slime from the precum he is oozing and that his foreskin was collecting.
"You're close, aren't you, boy?" I didn't ask that as much as I barked it at him as a statement of fact.
"God, yeah."
"Do it. Show me how much you love getting dicked down." And with that, I let go and let him take over while I fuck him in a couple different angles to see which one he responds to. He's flogging his dick when he lets out a yelp. Found that spot and I attack it relentlessly until he cums. He shoots everywhere. The first volley is a long streak that hits the pillow and bedsheets behind him. The second smacks him in the face. A couple of smaller spurts and then I hit that sweet spot again and he gushes big globs onto his belly. The flow doesn't seem to end. I couldn't help but laugh in amazement.
I instantly pull out and lap all of it up. Big slurping noises as I try to suction up all the cum. Then I raise his legs and expose his ruined hole. My face is close and I can see the warm breath causing his hole to spasm and wink at me. And then I dive in and reverse felch the load into him. He knows what I'm trying to do and I can feel his pinched hole relax and open to accept the offers.
"You okay?" I'm not a complete monster. I know how you can get after you cum.
"Oh yeah. A hundred percent."
So I flip him over on the edge of the bed and enter him again. I use the weight of my body to make him feel fully enveloped. Every inch of his body is draped with mine. This time, I languidly fuck, reveling in a cumslick hole until my cock pulses and makes it even wetter by adding my own load.
...
Afterword (and a bit of a boner killer)
I struggled with this one. It's the one time where I fully thought about how this is going to read instead of just jotting down on paper what I want to remember. One of the rare times where I actively acknowledged that there's going to be an audience while writing things down. Why? A couple of reasons: I didn't want this highly stylized narrative to encourage guys to actively try to put folks in sleeper holds to the point where they pass out but at the same time, didn't want to be too didactic either. The other reason: I really do struggle with how dark it is to be turned on by the things I get turned on by. Bondage demonstrations get me boned up almost instantly. I've been known to have keys to folks houses so that I can sneak in during the wee hours of the morning to wake them up with my body pressed against them. Sure, it's all consensual but do I even want to play into that? Furthermore, it's so at odd with how I am normally. Of course, one of my fuck buds says that's my charm: I'm completely different inside the bedroom vs outside. Ha! But then, most wouldn't know he's a well-hung bottom that loves to be spit on and slapped around (like literally spit and slapped in the face and punched on the chest) so maybe he's just recognizing a kindred spirit. Anyway, feel free to comment!
Monday, September 23, 2019
A Sir that pushes the limits
Here’s @prepkink’s version:
His stature belies a dom. My stature belies a sub pussy boy. He already discovered and knows my penchant for pain during piggy sex. He delivered once before. Our first time left me with a smile, a sore throat, a full hole, and pained nips.
I am hoping for more of the same during Round 2.
Cleaned out and ready to go, I am on all fours on the bed when he undressed. I want his cock in me; I want to make him hard so he can wreck me.
The commands come naturally, and my only job is to comply.
As we get into our play, he ratchets up the twists on the nips. Several times I feel like I am going to see my skin rip whilst crying out in severe pain. I feel the shocks of pain through my body. He is in control. He is pushing me into submission. I’m in heaven. Should we set a safe word for next time? How does he know when to stop?
When I’m perpendicular to his torso, throating his beautiful cock on my hands and knees, he contorts his body to reach my cock and balls. As they dangle between my legs, he starts tapping the backside of my ball sack. Then the taps are more and more aggressive to full on whacks. I start to whine with a mouthful of cock. He tells me to keep taking it. I can feel the precum flow from my balls to the bedsheet. While he records it on his smartphone, he tells me I’m a good boy and confirms the flow of nectar from my cock.
Raw nips. Sharp twinges from my junk. And he hasn’t even pounded his nut into my ass yet.
When we get to the fucking, he has me on my back. While he raw dogs my hole, he grabs my throat to apply pressure on my windpipe. My eyes roll into the back of my head. The occasional lack of oxygen to my brain makes me high while he pounds out my ass.
He should be home with his husband, but he wants to make our session last as long as possible before breeding my hole. Despite his best efforts, my hole proves too much for him. He starts pounding harder and starts to breed my hole. He and I lock eyes. I encourage him to flood my ass and push his load deep inside me.
He pulls out and I can feel the jizz seep out my wrecked hole. My nipples are tingling; I know I will have to put aloe vera on them for the next few days. My balls are sore. I am in pain, but I enjoy every sensation.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
A boy that feels
What can I really say about a boy whose whole body acts like a plasma globe, nerve endings that sway and dance yearning for stimulus to touch and make a connection, tentacles seeking something to grasp, filaments assertively glowing with electricity and yearning to extend a path to dissipate the energy? He had asked me if he was gonna turn up in the pages of my blog and I made the mistake of telling him that if he writes up our last encounter, we can co-publish and share both points of view. So now I stare at a blank screen trying to come up with a traditional narrative when all I can think of is that look of longing hunger, those unfiltered howls from my ministrations and the way he connects to my suppressed desires every time we meet. This muse does not trigger words to flow onto a page. It triggers base instincts and only inspires my need to violently fuck my load into a hole.
When I got to his apartment, I was fumbling to quickly find the gate code to his complex that he had sent me. I didn't want to get caught hanging around again. He lives right in the middle of the gayborhood and last time I ran into a platonic friend that I had to distract with random questions so he wouldn't inquire as to why I was hovering around a complex that is miles from my home. This time, as I let myself into the boy's apartment, another friend texted me. I texted him back that I was at @prepkink's apartment. This friend was one of the few that knows the other side of me. In fact, he was the one that introduced me to @prepkink while we were hanging out at a bar and then whispered into our ears our twitter names, which led to some knowing looks and giggles like teenaged children telling a dirty joke.
No giggles now, though, as I tossed my phone onto his bed, grabbed his neck to pull him close, and mauled him with a fervent kiss. And as much as I had thought I had enough time to languidly explore his body before I went home, things escalated quickly. He's extremely connected to stimulus and completely unrestrained in his reactions. As my fingers dance across the contours of his body, his body ripples in goosebumps despite the late summer heat and he moans from the depths of his core, uncontrollably vocal and speaking in an undocumented language of pure lust. That, in turn, doubled my efforts to push him to new heights. At some point, I was gnawing heavily on his nips to the point where he needed to soothe it with aloe later that night. I also remember slapping his balls just to hear him roar in pain around my cock that was shoved deep down his throat. I remember angling my cock to thrust just so it breaks through that wall deep in his ass so that his eyes would roll. He does something to me. That look of pure need in his eyes, those pleading eyebrows, that moan, the violent shaking of his body as he accommodates my moves. It beckons me to push a little further. It gives me permission to go a little harder, to tap into that dark part of me that enjoys making a guy tremble. It actually encourages it.
But what I remember most is lying in bed with him. Me on my back. His head on my chest. I'm completely spent, trying to catch my breath. And then I feel him tremble and shake, unprompted. I'm not even touching him. Aftershocks of an orgasm he never had. Even he's confounded, half laughing and speaking at the same time: "I. Don't. Know what. My. Body is. Do… -ing."
And I'm watching in awe of how his body jerks and the beauty of it's song, so much so that I just hold him to me, envious of the unrestrained emotions and I hold it all in internally and invisibly weep at the untamed beauty.
When I got to his apartment, I was fumbling to quickly find the gate code to his complex that he had sent me. I didn't want to get caught hanging around again. He lives right in the middle of the gayborhood and last time I ran into a platonic friend that I had to distract with random questions so he wouldn't inquire as to why I was hovering around a complex that is miles from my home. This time, as I let myself into the boy's apartment, another friend texted me. I texted him back that I was at @prepkink's apartment. This friend was one of the few that knows the other side of me. In fact, he was the one that introduced me to @prepkink while we were hanging out at a bar and then whispered into our ears our twitter names, which led to some knowing looks and giggles like teenaged children telling a dirty joke.
No giggles now, though, as I tossed my phone onto his bed, grabbed his neck to pull him close, and mauled him with a fervent kiss. And as much as I had thought I had enough time to languidly explore his body before I went home, things escalated quickly. He's extremely connected to stimulus and completely unrestrained in his reactions. As my fingers dance across the contours of his body, his body ripples in goosebumps despite the late summer heat and he moans from the depths of his core, uncontrollably vocal and speaking in an undocumented language of pure lust. That, in turn, doubled my efforts to push him to new heights. At some point, I was gnawing heavily on his nips to the point where he needed to soothe it with aloe later that night. I also remember slapping his balls just to hear him roar in pain around my cock that was shoved deep down his throat. I remember angling my cock to thrust just so it breaks through that wall deep in his ass so that his eyes would roll. He does something to me. That look of pure need in his eyes, those pleading eyebrows, that moan, the violent shaking of his body as he accommodates my moves. It beckons me to push a little further. It gives me permission to go a little harder, to tap into that dark part of me that enjoys making a guy tremble. It actually encourages it.
But what I remember most is lying in bed with him. Me on my back. His head on my chest. I'm completely spent, trying to catch my breath. And then I feel him tremble and shake, unprompted. I'm not even touching him. Aftershocks of an orgasm he never had. Even he's confounded, half laughing and speaking at the same time: "I. Don't. Know what. My. Body is. Do… -ing."
And I'm watching in awe of how his body jerks and the beauty of it's song, so much so that I just hold him to me, envious of the unrestrained emotions and I hold it all in internally and invisibly weep at the untamed beauty.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)