| best night ever, part one: Sir |
[25 Oct 2005|02:21pm] |
(first in a series about a very busy evening..)
I've been emailing back and forth with a particular hot super-top guy, quite a bit over the past two weeks. He responded to an ad of mine awhile back, and we couldn't get together then, but I held onto his emails because they were super hot. When I knew I would be free and have a place to hookup for a few days, I emailed him back, and got him interested again. His emails were always very dirty, and very explicit about what he planned to have me do to him, and that he intended to train me in the fine art of eating ass. The emails flew back and forth, getting hotter and hotter, and finally we had a chance to meet. He picked a corner for me to meet him at, and told me to be there at 6:15, and that I'd better be a good boy and not keep him waiting.
I went to the appointed corner at 6:14, and saw a guy there that I hoped was him. I came up next to him, and he smiled a wicked smile at me. "So," he said,"lead on."
We came in, and he asked me to turn out the light. I did, and he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He was about my height, but very, very solid.. quite a musclebear. He pushed my face hard against his chest and wrapped one huge arm tightly around me. I could barely breathe. "Good boy," he said, "I've been waiting for this. Open up!" he put his fingers in my mouth, and quickly smacked me. "What did I say about teeth?" he growled. "You better not get your teeth anywhere near my cock, faggot." He pushed me down in front of
him, and I touched his denim-covered cock. He smacked me again. "dammit boy, I didn't say you could do that, did i?" he smacked me again. "did I? i asked you a question, faggot!"
"No sir, I'm sorry sir."
He took his shirt off, exposing a rock hard fur-covered bear body. "Get up here, boy, prove you're sorry. Get my nipples."
I pressed my body against his and worked his nipples, pulling and twisting one with my fingers, chewing on the other. "Yeah, boy, you can use your teeth all you want on my nipples." He smacked me again... "fuckin chew on it, faggot!"
He put his arm around the back of my head, pressing my face so hard against his chest that I coudn't breathe. "Chew on it, yeah..."
Amoment later he lifted his arm and shoved my face into his armpit. "Get in there boy, suck on that, get your tongue in there like you're gonna do to my asshole." He practically had me in a headlock with my face buried in his armpit, full of my spit, I couldn't breathe. He used his other massive arm to wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him, and i coud feelhis cock, hard as a crowbar, through his jeans.
That went on for a bit, and he shoved me down again. "Get down, faggot, and take your shirt off." I took my shirt off and waited for more instruction.
He started to unfasten his belt. "you want this, boy?"
"Yes, sir, i do..."
"Put you mouth onit, all the way down."
And I did... it was nice and thick but not too long, so it was ewasy to take it all in quickly. I took him in so deep that my face was pressed deep into his crotch. "Good boy, you're a fucking cocksucker, aren't ya? you don't need any instruction, do ya boy? Look up, boy..."
I looked up, and he spat on me. "Open up!" I opened my mouth wide, and he spat in my mouth. "Swallow it. Good boy."
His spit was very warm and kid of sour. "Again, boy."
I opened my mouth again, and again he spat. "Don't swallow that one, boy, work that onto my cock..."
I help his spit in my mouth and took his cock into my throat again, lubing the shaft with his spit. He grabbed my head and started fucking my face really hard. His cock was so far back in my mouth and he was thrusting so hard I felt the roof of my mouth and back of my throat being rubbed totally raw.
He held me down on his cock, and I felt the head of his dick pressing into the soft flesh just behind the roof of my mouth. He was backing up slowly to the edge of the futon, dragging me with him. He sat down carefully, holding me onto his dick the whole time. He pulled me off his cock, and told me to take my clothes off, which I gladly did. He asked me to take his sneakers off for him, which I did carefully, although I almost wish he'd kept them on... they were almost new New Balance cross trainers, one of my
favorites. I got him naked, and he layed back. He pulled his legs up and told me to get to work on his asshole. I was a little shy at first, and just buried my face in his ballsack, slobbering and licking and sucking his nuts into my mouth. "Good boy, that feels great... a little lower..."
He coached me down his crack, getting him all nice and wet. I finally got downto his asshole, and he let out a growl. "Good boy, good fucking boy, there ya go, get your tongue in there, faggot!"
And hey, it wasn't that scary!
He coached me through it, telling me I was a good boy, calling me a good little faggot... "you sure you've never done this?"
"No sir.."
"You're a pro, boy, you're a smart litle faggot.."
He kept telling me to go back and forth between his cock and his ass. I was having a hard time catching my nreath, so he told me to come up for air. I laid down beside him, face up in his armpit, and went to work there while he slapped my ass and called me a fucking faggot.
After a few minutes,he got up and leaned against the wall. "C'mere boy, enough rest. Get back on my dick." And I went back to work, sucking his cock into my throat while he spat on me and called me names.
He slapped me away, and I went back for more. "Fucking cockhungry slut.."
He slapped me again, harder. I stayed on his cock, bobbing up and down on it, while he hit me. This went on for a while, until he grabbed my hair and threw me hard to the ground. He got on the futon on his knees with his ass up and told me to get my tongue back in his hole. It was a lot easier to eat his ass in this position, and I went to town. I buried my face in his crack and wrapped my fist around his hard, wet cock, jacking it while I worked his ass. He was grunting and growling, pushing back against me.
After a few minutes, he turned around and grabbed my by the throat, pulled me up on the futon. "You wanna get fucked, don'tcha boy?"
"Yes, sir, I want you in me"
"If you wanted it, you'd be begging."
He rolled me over, and started slapping my ass, hard. "Beg, fag."
I did my best to beg for his cock in my hole as he was spanking me.
He finally turned me over and pushed my legs up over myhead. He layed his cock over mine, ribbing it back and forth. "you've earnerd it, boy. you're gonna get it."
He pushed his cock hard against my hole, and it hurt really bad as it popped in. He pulled back and rubbed his cock over mine as he twisted his own nipples, looking down at me. A moment later he pressed his cock against my hole again, and I just relaxed to try to take it in. A second later, he was balls deep in my ass. He fucked me hard, pounding deep. After a few minutes, it started to hurt again, but looking up at this thick, hairy man as he pounded into me was incredible.
He pulled out and laid down next to me. "Get down there and finish me, boy. I'm gonna shoot in your mouth."
I went nuts on his cock, trying to suck the cum out of him. He was growling and grabbing me and bucking his hips, and he shot a huge load into my mouth.
I laid there for a minute with my head on his thigh, just lightly running my lips over his softening cock as he caught his breath.
"Fuck, boy," he sasid, "I haven't cum like that since I was a teenager."
I looked up at him, and said, "That's what I'm here for, Sir."
After he left, I contemplated going for another. My trucker guy said he might come over later, and I wanted to see if I could get another one in-between... cause if I could get one in between Sir and my trucker, I'd finally set a new personal record of three fucks in one day. I hopped online and wrote a quick ad for craigslist.
In the middle of writing, I got a call from a really good friend I hadn't seen in ages, and we talked for awhile. By the time we got off the phone, I didn't think I'd have enough time to try for another. I posted the ad anyway, just for the hell of it.
i got a few good responses, and one that was very cryptic...
"Im 28 thin and well, I think I may be interested, if you wanna come by. Hit me up"
I usually won't bother responding to anything so vague, but I did this time, and I'm very glad I did...
to be continued, muwa ha haa!!
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devious
hopeful
exhausted
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