It is Wednesday night and I'm chomping at the bit; it's been weeks since I fucked and I need some throat or ass--bad. Jacking off is great, but it's maintenance work and gets old fast. Especially for someone who jacks it twice a day. The gym showers haven't produced for some time and my other hunting grounds haven't either. Since when did fags become scarce? So I take my search online and hit the chat rooms.
This is not my favorite way to connect because seven out of ten dudes never show. They like the talk, but when it's time to hook up they fuck-up, like it's some big deal. Two out of ten show up, but they've lied about something: usually their age or their weight. I hate that. Never lie to me. Don't send me an old picture and say you're 42 when you're 59. I want to connect with a man's authenticity, not some illusion that draws from a fantasy to fill in the fucking blanks. And how about that jackass that told me he was 230 but was at least 450? Did he think I wouldn't notice his ass clearing the doorframe with barely an inch to spare? Then he got pissed when I wouldn't have anything to do with him. Freaks. It's that one in ten that I look for, the one that will show up and wants itÑbad.
I drop my usual bio line in the chat rooms: "MY TOOL YOUR THROAT: late thirties, top, 6'1", 200 pounds. Run and lift, solid football player build." The instant messages fill the screen. One stands out though: "Bi married guy, 31, 5'9", fit, black hair and brown eyes. Looking for another hot bi married type." I'm answering anyway. This dude has "use me" written all over his profile. I love that.
Me: "Yo"
BiMWM: "Hey man, how are ya?"
Me: "Fuckin' horned man. Looks like you're local"
BiMWM: "Yea, not too far. What you look like?"
Me: "Read the bio line"
BiMWM: "Cool."
BiMWM: "What color are your hair and eyes?"
Me: "Dark blond, grey"
Me: "You a cocksucker"
Me: "You there"
BiMWM: "Yea."
Me: "Yea you're here or yea you're a cocksucker"
BiMWM: "Yea I suck."
Me: "You swallow"
BiMWM: "Yea."
Me: "Sweet"
Me: "like dominatin guys, makin them take my load, verbal abuse. You into it man"
BiMWM: "Hell yeah"
Me: "Fuck man, you have self pics to trade? Face and shirtless here"
BiMWM: "Yea, and cockshot"
Me: "Want to see face and ass"
BiMWM: "OK"
His pics come in. No ass shot, but hot as hell. He has some character to his face. Angular, with black hair, dark brown eyes--perfect. He's Greek or Italian and has that short, Southern European thing going. I like guys to be smaller than me, and men with Southern European blood have asses like two cantaloupes, begging you to push them apart. Short black hair covers his legs, and he's got a thin line of dark hair dropping from his chest to his dick.
I'm not worried about my pics. I'm built. Heavy bone structure, deep chest, guns like Christmas hams--that's enough to bring the queer out in most, but especially married guys. They want to be used like a puss. And I'm always looking for a place to leave my come.
And sure enough, he shows up. I answer the door in shorts and a muscle shirt. His eyes widen momentarily, then he whips his hand up: "I'm Josh."
He's is lean and tight, just like his pics. The man takes good care of his body. I shake his hand. He's not wearing his wedding band. Weak grip. "I'm Marc." I step back and walk toward the kitchen. "You want something to drink?"
"Uh, sure. Beer?"
"Yeah." I leave him in the living room, then return with two beers. He's walked in, but is standing next to the door.
"Close the door."
"Oh... sorry." He turns and closes the door, and I get my first shot at his ass: two spheres, man, perfect. I motion for him to sit and hand him a beer as he does. I sit a few feet from him, and kick back. My cock wants this dude--bad. He takes a sip, then puts the bottle down. His armpits are soaked.
"So you like what you see?" I put my beer down.
"Yeah. You're--whaa...?" I stand up, reach down, grab the front of his shirt and pull him too his feet. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I back hand him.
Not enough to really hurt, but hard enough to knock his face to the side and leave a fading sting. Hard enough to get his attention. As astonishment washes across his face, I push him hard against the wall and anchor him with the back of my arm against his throat. I put my face next to his: "Then when you come here you keep your eyes on the floor unless your mouth is on my cock. Then you look at me. Don't otherwise. Understand?"
His adam's apple moves against the back of my forearm and I hear a tight swallow. He looks at the floor and pauses. "Yes." I release him.
"Good. You're a fuckin' fag, aren't you?"
He stares at the floor, looking like he stepped on a land mine. I grab his throat and hold it until I hear that tight swallow again. "You answer me when I ask a question. You understand?"
"Yes." He doesn't look at me.
"I'm not going to tell you again." He nods. "I asked you a question. You're a fag, aren't you?"
He hesitates and I close my hand a bit more. "Yeah," he gasps.
"You're here to take my fuckin' load. You're here to be my come-dump. You understand?"
"Yeah."
"Good." I move back, and he stands in place. He's so fucking hard, I see his cock throb with his heartbeat through his jeans. Sweet. His face is flushed and his forehead dotted with sweat.
I drop my shirt on the floor and step out of my shorts. He looks at my hard cock. I lean into his face, put my hands on his shoulders and push down. Hard.
He falls to his knees, my cock inches from his face. He looks, then tries to wrap his lips around the head. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold him back. I look down and see his throat shaking slightly. I grab my cock and slap him across the face with it, splattering pre-come across his cheek. He moans briefly, but doesn't not look up. I slap his cheek again, then pull back and squeeze my cock at the base. Pre-come balls at the slit.
I pull his face forward so the slit hovers just over his lips. "You want that, don't ya fag." He looks up, then quickly darts his eyes down. "I thought so. Take it."
He snakes his tongue to that ball of pre-come. It soaks onto his tongue. As he pulls it in a translucent thread connects us. He sucks his tongue, then swallows. I whisper, "Suck my dick, cocksucker." He grasps the head with his lips, then sucks it in. I glide over his tongue, hit the roof of his mouth. He closes his eyes, and stifles a moan but the look on his face makes me think of someone eating for the first time in weeks. I push into his throat. He chokes and jerks back. I let him back off, and he disgorges my cock, now glistening with spit. He grabs my cock at the base and squeezes, then licks the head.
"Trace the veins on my cock with your tongue, fucker." He looks up at me, and starts tracing the huge vein that starts near the base of my shaft. He follows it up and around to the tip, snakes his tongue over the head, engulfs it, grips it with his lips, flicks the piss slit with his tongue, then suddenly releases and grabs another inch with his lips while moving his tongue in circles just underneath where the head and shaft meet. He works his way to the base this way and my eyes are about roll back into my head. I hear him sucking my pre-come as fast as my cock streams.
Oh. Yeah.
I pull out. He follows my cock with his tongue. I pull his hair back so he sees the ceiling. "Look at me, cocksucker." I lean closer, grab his face with my other hand, stick my thumb in the corner of his mouth, between his cheek and teeth, and move back until I hit his jaw muscle. I push it. Hard. He opens his mouth, looking at me, wanting. I gather a wad of spit and let it slowly drop into his mouth. It splats against the back of his tongue. I pull my thumb out as he tries to swallow. He takes my spit almost reflexively.
Sweet. "You're gonna take my fuckin' load, aren't you pussboy?"
"Yeah."
"You want my sperm, faggot?"
"Yeah, I want it."
"Then work for it and I'll give you your fuckin' reward," I sneer at him. "You're mine, you understand me? Whenever I want to unload you're going to take it for me. Understand?" He nods and drops his eyes to my cock, his own cock trapped in his jeans.
I wait for him to make a move. He starts with his lip-grab, suck, tongue swirl, lip-grab routine. I lean back slightly, close my eyes and let him handle it. Maybe he can throat me if I don't rush him. Sure enough, he gets close to the base and starts swallowing on my head. He gags a little, then backs off. I bend over him, wrapping my body over his kneeling form. "Relax, and don't swallow at first. Just let it rest there. Then pull back a little and breathe." I encourage him by slipping my hand down his shirt and rolling a nip between my thumb and index finger without much pressure. He pushes forward into my hand.
Nice; he's one of those dudes whose cock is hotwired to his nips. I increase the pressure to a pinch, and roll his nip again; he widens his mouth and moans around my cock, then takes the head into his throat. He lets it rest there, but massages the base with his lips. He looks up, and my chest fills his view. Backing off, he starts closing hard on my cock and milks it, then pulls the head back into his throat and swallows gently. "Fuck yeah. Keep doing that and you'll get what you need, bitch."
He backs off my cock, breathes, clamps down again, and pulls it into his throat; I move up some and put my hands around his throat. I feel it open each time he pulls me in. "Do it faggot, make me fuckin' come. Do it, fucker. Do it. Now."
With two fingers he reaches up under my balls and strokes them forward. He backs off my throbbing cock, clamps again and sucks it into this throat, then strokes my balls as he swallows on the head. My balls pull up and I breathe fast and heavy. "Do it now asshole, make me feel good. Do it." He looks up at me as my cock head swells in his throat. My hands feel his throat widen for me with each push. I look into his eyes. A small tear glistens at the corner of one eye from the back-pressure. That puts me over the edge and, like a match flaring in the dark, I unload, gritting my teeth, looking down at him servicing me. He gags on my ropey semen, but then relaxes and lets it drop in. I stop spasming, and he pulls back an inch and inhales deeply, then swallows. He looks at my cock, grips the base and massages the shaft. He licks the last seepings, clamps down one last time, and releases my cock.
He looks up at me, confused at my silence. I pull him up by the shoulders. His jeans have a wet spot just to the right of the zipper. "Go into the bedroom. Get on the bed." He walks to the bedroom and sits on the bed. This one is a natural. Need to keep him around. I follow him. "Take off your clothes."
He strips and is relieved when his cock springs free. It twitches in the cool air. I nod at the bed and he lies down. I move next to him, then grab and pull him to me. I wrap one leg around his waist, and hold. He moans softly, and pushes his face into my chest.
And I start to get hard again.
He reaches down and rubs his finger across the slit, back and forth. This drives me nuts and I reach for his wrist and push him flat on his back. I hold his arm over his head, against the pillow. "Fuck me," he whispers.
I let go of his wrist, put one arm over my shoulder and rest my palm on the back of my neck; my bicep bulges forward against the inside of my forearm. He looks at my armpit, sweat clinging to the hair. I grab him hard by the back of the neck and push his face in. He closes his eyes as his face gets streaked with my sweat. He inhales and moves his face left and right. I love marking a dude with my scent. Makes him my property and this guy wants that, he wants that big time. He licks the sweat from my pit. Then he licks the vein on my bicep, and follows it toward my forearm. I lift my arm from my neck and he follows the vein down my arm. Fuck. Yeah.
I push him on his back. "Fuck me. I want your come in me," he pleads. Any man that wants it in the ass gets exactly what he fucking deserves. I sneer at him and think how great it's gonna be to squeeze my dick in between those two melons.
I reach for my jacking lube, slick my dick, move to the foot of the bed and lift his legs, and push them up with mine. The hair on my thighs scrapes the back of his legs and I hear him whisper, "Fuck yeah."
I don't need to pull his legs apart. He spreads them, giving me a straight shot. I push his hole with my lubed fingers, then put my cock against his ass. I push, and the head pops in. He grunts and screws his face up, and begs me, "Push it in, all the way, hurt me--make it hurt."
No problem.
And I sink it in. He throws his head back, his jaws white as he grits his pain back. I stroke back until the head is about to pop out, then sink in again, making sure the lube is fully dispersed. He grunts again. I can feel his ass spasm so hard I feel my cock throb with my heartbeat against his walls. "You like that pussyboy? Yeah? You want my spunk, fucker?"
He nods and bites his lip. I make sure his legs are anchored on my shoulders, and start a slow screw, pulling out, almost to the end, then gliding in. "Squeeze. Show me how bad you want my sperm."
He obliges, grimacing with each contraction. Man is sore already. Good. I pick up the pace, lean forward so that gravity pulls, and drop hard into his ass each time. He winces as I pile drive and I sneer at him again, then reach up and grab his throat. He looks at me and I spit on his face, "Faggot." It hits him just below his eye and drains down the side of his face. He scoops it with his fingers and puts it in his mouth. Sweet. I love dudes like this. You can do almost anything you want to get off and they can't get enough of whatever you dish out. This one will be back for more.
He reaches for his cock and I growl at him, "No." He snaps his hand back. I put the palm of my hand on the center of his chest and hold him down, wrap my arm around one of his legs to raise his ass. I start slamming. His whole body rocks when my groin strikes him. His cock has soaked the fine black hair on his stomach with pre-come. I grit my teeth to unload, and he closes his eyes. "Don't you close your eyes; you look at me when I'm coming in your ass."
He obeys. A look of pleading desperation washes over his face and he lifts his head off the bed and looks right at me. "Use me", he says. I slam into his ass hard. He chokes back a yell and I empty my balls for the second time today.
I remain in position, waiting for the last of the spasms, the pleasure ebbing. He looks at me desperately. I reach down, grab his stiff cock, slick with his own pre-come, and stroke it hard and fast. In seconds he inhales sharply, lifts his head off the bed, and slams his eyes shut. His balls pull up and his cock swells against my hand. I let go, then flick the head hard. He yelps in pain, and an arc of semen flies, striking him on the chin. Four more hard spasms splatter his chest and belly. He breathes hard for half a minute, then takes a final deep breath and looks at me. I back out of his ass. He winces as the head pulls free.
"Clean up. Come by same time next week. Call if you can't be here and we'll do it a different time."
O-okay", he stammers, and shuffles to the bathroom.