Being a Good Boy

I asked Andrew to write up our meeting in his own words.  This is what he sent:

I have always been more into written porn that visual images, and had been an avid reader of his blog for years. I was such a fan that at one point he had announced on his blog that he was getting new underwear and he was kind enough to send me his used underwear, since it's a fetish of mine. 

When he moved to twitter (and the blog was more sparsely populated) I saw evidence of his skills there. For me, his best writing is rewarding eagerness. 

I was very excited at the prospect of meeting him, and an opportunity arose when I had to travel for work to near where he lives. I contacted him, and we shared pics, and he said he was interested to meet me. I have to admit that I did entice him with my fantasy of being bred, since I’ve always had protected sex and am not on prep. He gently tried to persuade me, but given monkeypox concerns I decided not to take him bare this time. 

I had initially messed up the agreed meeting time, but was fortunate that he was able to make time to meet me. We discussed our interests prior to meeting, which is something I enjoy and helps build up to the event. In particular I told him about new cobra chastity cage that I had been enjoy. Once he knew about it he initially said that he wanted me to wear it for 5 days continuously before we meet, but I felt that would be too much of a challenge since I’d never worn it for more than a few hours, but it did prompt me to get a new ring that made it more comfortable. I ended up wearing cage for two nights in bed before we met. On the night prior to our meet, I could hardly sleep thinking of the upcoming event. In particular I was curious as to how much he would try to persuade me to have him fuck me bare, and bred me, and how much I would be able to resist. I did offer to eat his load which he gladly accepted. 

In preparation he also instructed me to put a dildo in my tight hole, keep it for hours, stretching my hole to make it easier for him to fuck me. He asked if i was meeting anyone else on my trip, and I did admit to having a prior appointment with another guy. He told me the only time I was allowed to cum was with this guy, or with him. 

On the day of the meet he instructed me not to use deodorant, clean out my hole, wear my leather jock, chastity, and harness. Prior to his arrival he also told me to not touch either his or my cock without his permission. When he entered the room I should have my head down, hands behind my back. A last minute instruction was that when he told me to present my ass to him, I was to go head down, ass up and spread my cheeks to show him my hole. Just writing that again makes my cock get rock hard. 

He knocked at the door and I let him in. He immediately started kissing me and pushing me against the door, I was shivering from sexual anxiety. Next he undressed himself, down to underwear and we continued to play. Next he put me on my knees and told me to mouth his big cock in his sexy underwear. That moved to me sucking him, being face-fucked by his long thick cock and retching, which he seemed to particular enjoy. Then he told me to assume the position: my head down, ass up, spread hole open. It was very erotic, opening myself to him. And he is a connoisseur at eating ass. 

Next he moved to fuck me, with me on my front, warming up my ass with his bare cock, then put a condom on, lots of lube, some fingers, and slow gentle entry. I occasionally took poppers to open up for him. Eventually he lay on top of me and fucked me hard and deep, nearly taking his cock out of my now open hole. Piston fucking at its best, I was sweating like a pig under him, despite the cool AC. Then he turned my over and fucked me on my back, where I got to see his handsome face, awesome smile and kiss him. 

Next he made me undress, was fascinated to take off my cage, and we showered together. Then we went back to bed, for lots of kissing. Having read his blog, I knew that he’d very occasionally been fucked before, so I asked if I could eat his hole – wanting to return the favour that he had given me. He also wanted me to eat his cum. So he gave me clear coaching about how he liked his ass eaten, and eventually turned around blew his big load on my face. He then went down and sucked me off, since I was close to the edge, I came within seconds. Just before and after I cum, a spot on the head of my penis gets super-sensitive, so I had to ask him to let it go immediately afterwards.  

Afterwards he sent me pics, and videos that he had taken. I complemented him on his great smile, something that I couldn’t see from his pics or videos, and his very considerate nature. He told me how hot I looked, which makes me feel uncomfortable with my dad bod.

Good Boy

I walk in and unexpectedly drop a canvas bag full of sex toys, poppers, restraints and nipple torture devices. Andrew had opened the door and taken a step back, taking a glance at me before remembering my instructions and averted his eyes to the floor, shuffled his feet to stabilize his stance, shoulder width apart and let his head sag to the floor. I couldn’t help it. He’s quite a beauty and I was compelled to drop the bag and get my hands on him as fast as I could. 

"Do you approve, sir?" he asks.

My lips curl up in a smile in a response that I try to suppress. He’s a smaller guy. Gloriously furry all over. Scruffy beard, hairy chest, fuzz on his shoulders and all the way down. Various shades of grey from head to toe. Naked aside from a bulldog harness and leather jock - exactly as I had instructed. It’s a total power play, asking a guy to be vulnernable and naked while I’m completely dressed. Something I thought he’d enjoy having contacted me on twitter to meet up. He’s been a fan of my blog for awhile and really loved my stories, especially the one with a hint of a BDSM element to it. Work was bringing him to LA and he wanted to meet.

I rarely seek out kink scenes. Honestly, I get a little intimidated by guys that are really into it. Also, the fact that some things really turn me on confuses me. I’m usually the guy that gives the shirt off his back for a friend so when I get a hard on seeing a guy bound and squirming on the floor, it freaks me out. When I get harder hearing a guy gag after he tells me he wants me to rape his throat, I get scared. Not to say I’m a novice. A cop once told me I should charge for my services as a Dom after I pissed all over him and savagely fucked my load into him while pulling him by the hair into the fuck. Bondage, fisting, piss play, flogging. I’ve been around the block a couple of times. It’s just that if someone asks me to let go and give into those tendencies, I’m not sure if I can come back from it if requested. So when Andrew asked for a kink scene, I probed a bit further and realized that he had a strong need to please but that need may interfere with some of the limits he had.

I play into that need to please in my response to the question he asked softly to the floor. "Yes. Approved. Good boy!"

And with that, I swoop him into my arms and pull his head back so that our lips meet. I want him to feel how much I approve by my urgent, deep kiss. I bend at the knees and hug him close, lifting him off his feet so that I can carry him and slam him against the wall. Fuck, I love playing with a smaller guy that’s so willing to give up control. I press into him and pin him to the wall as I force my tongue down his throat. 

"I’m a bit nervous, sir" he tells me as my one hand roams his body. The other hand holds his over his head with our fingers interlaced. He’s not kidding. His body is trembling. And as my roaming hand tries to settle his nerves, it instead makes him convulse as it finds sensitive areas all over his body.

He shudders when I nibble at his ears and whisper how he’s such a good boy. My lips barely move next to his ear when I tell him to give in to his nerves and just feel. His neck is sensitive. That or he’s afraid I’ll leave marks. I work my way to his pits and scrape my scruff in there to see how sensitive it is. Then I drink in his musk and feast in his pits as he whines.

My hips instinctively thrusts up into him even though I’m fully clothed. And even through the clothes I can feel the cock cage that he’s wearing underneath that leather jock. Another power play. I asked him to wear it for as long as he could comfortably do so in order to get himself into the sub mindset. I pull back and openly smile when I feel it. My slobber starts to run down his pits almost guiding me to move lower. I dive back down to take a nipple in my mouth, tonguing it roughly before pushing it against my upper teeth. I feel him flinch and shudder whenever I apply extra pressure before releasing it back to just the tongue, flicking at the nub. I finally abandon the tongue and suck on the nip until I can grab the base with my teeth and gradually apply more pressure. His legs tremble as I do. He vocalizes his pain and pleasure with increasing volume. I feel like he’s hitting his limit when I hear him gasp "Too much, sir!" I just tell him with his nipple still between my teeth, "A little more, boy. Good boy! Good boy!" And then I release. When I massage the nipple with my tongue to give it some relief, he moans with relief and thanks me over and over.

I’m raging hard at this point and I step back and unbuckle my jeans. My cock obscenely pulses against my undies as he drops to the floor and mouthes the mound. He audibly moans when he tastes the precum that has stained by undies from my lust as I was devouring him. I need his throat. Now. I vehemently thrash with the waistband to pull them down and shove his head in my crotch. He teases me with a few licks along the shaft before he tentatively swallows me down, taking me further and further down with each bob. I find the depth of his throat, the spot that will trigger the gag reflex and encourage him to take me in further with slight pressure on the back of his head. A little more and a little more. And then with one shove I push past the spot so that he takes me to the base as his body rejects me and he gags. He pulls off and I wait to see what he does next. Even as he’s trying to recover, he starts to go back down and my cock pulses. It’s that validation that I’ve got the right guy, that eager cocksucker that will take it as much as his body would otherwise resist. The validation that his desire to get used is just as strong as my desire to push him to his limits. I twist my cock just a bit so that his throat can navigate the curve and push it down deep, holding him down with my micro thrusts before letting go and feeling him pull back and gasp. I got even harder. And he could tell.

“Present your ass to me!” I bark.

He immediately gets on the bed, ass up, head on the mattress with his hands spreading his ass wide for me. Love a boy that follows directions well. I had previously coached him over email what to do when I bark those orders. Those hairy mounds were too enticing and I ditched the rest of my clothes and dove head first into those hairy mounds. My tongue swirls around his hole and my hands roam his hairy mounds and back. Probes around and into his hole, willing it to yield to more and more. I’ve worked it in so deep that I can’t breathe, only pulling back for a huge intake of air when I direly need it. And I slowly dive back in, letting him feel my scruff against his cheeks, the hot breath against his hole. My lips seal around his hole and I suck until I feel his ass pucker and then I dart my tongue in, feeling it flower open.

He’s ready. I bag it and lube it up and mount him. Easing it into his tight hole pushing in and retreating until I finally feel him yield. When I finally feel his body yield to the head of my cock, I apply even, steady pressure until I sink to the root. Probably a little too fast, but I couldn’t help it. I collapsed onto his back finally feeling what my body was insisting upon but I held at bay until he could adjust. That feeling of us totally and deeply interconnected.

We fucked for quite awhile before I threw him on his back and invaded his hole again. Pummeling his ass relentlessly. We went well past the hour mark of play before my hand was wrapped around his throat and I could see him grimacing with every thrust. Every withdrawal had his eyebrows turn up in a plea. That torture of desire placed right against the pain of being invaded past the depths you could imagine in a cycle over and over. I could tell he was wrestling with his need to please and his limits and am amazed that he was able to endure for so long. 

We came while he was eating my ass and I teased his cock after freeing it out of the cage, sharing the precum that coated the device. He was ready to blow at any moment. I shot all over his face before I blew him and took his load deep down my throat. We make out to swap our intermingled loads. As we lay there panting from the long, extended session, I was content, even though none of the accessories were retrieved from the bag.

I was completely spent.

Good boy, indeed.