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.

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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!

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.

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.