Pounding. My heart is pounding and adrenaline courses through my body like electricity as I cruise the adult bookstore. “What if I get caught?” I worry as I try to think of a plausible explanation. I cannot. I am horny and want to get off with someone, even if that someone is another man.
Men understand meaningless sex, sex as a transaction where you both get something. There is no shame in scratching an itch, but there is shame in getting caught. At least for me. I prefer women, but I have never been good at one-night stands. I am not a pick-up artist. With men it is a quick look and a nod.
My experience is limited; parking in some dark place for a mutual hand or blow job. I think about my past experiences. I am troubled. One time, with a guy my age, I licked his balls and sucked him until he came in my mouth. I swallowed. We parted ways. I went home and while laying in bed, realized I had not cum. I was completely satisfied in getting him off. “What does this mean? What does this say about me?” I jacked off to the memory.
Other experiences were not great, but even the worst scratched my itch. I understand male desire. I bottomed for two men. It was not as good as my fantasy but I still enjoyed being the object of desire, being their hole as they plunged in to me. The masculine desire to fuck and cum into a body, this I understand. Still, there was something mechanical and unemotional about it, something disconnected. It was fun but shallow.
I see flashing headlights through my rear view mirror. I pull over. He pulls over and gets out of his car. He is in his mid 40’s, probably twice my age. He has a handsome face, kind eyes, and a mustache. He looks like any man you would see while shopping. He is wearing shorts and I admire his strong hairy legs.
“Would you like to follow me to my place?”
“Yes. Yes I would.”
I park on the street outside his duplex. I follow him to his door. I’m still afraid of being caught and this feeds the thrill of what may happen. “What will happen?” I think. We enter his place and into his living room.
“I’m Rick” he says as he grabs a blanket from the closet and spreads it on the floor, making a nice play space for us.
“I’m Mark” I reply as he plays a porn video on his TV and begins to undress. I undress as well.
There is something powerful yet vulnerable about being complete naked with another man. My insecurity withers as he approaches with desire in his eyes, looking me over. He rubs my nipples with the back of his hands and my body reacts with a shock of erotic pleasure. I had no idea my nipples were an erogenous zone.
His hand moves behind my head and he pulls me in for a kiss. I had never kissed a man before. The tension between avoiding this intimate act and surrendering to his mouth and tongue thrills me. I give in to a passionate kiss of depth, warmth, and desire. I revel in the feel of his body against mine. I feel myself hardening as I yield to the sensations. My submission is like a birth and all my senses are inflamed and engorged.
My hands move up his hairy chest, over his nipples. I find my arms gently hugging his neck, pulling him in. It feels like a feminine pose, a submissive position. My body is talking and it is telling him “I want this and you are doing all the right things. I canlı casino siteleri want you in charge.”
“Who am I?” I think as I embrace this new dimension, this new identity. “Was this always in me?”
I feel pressure on my shoulders as his hands push me down on my knees to kneel before his cock. He is semi hard. I take him in to my mouth. I am floating in sensation in this new realm. My hands slide up his strong legs. I feel the strength in his muscles. He hardens.
I suck and lick his balls and am rewarded with his sharp intake of breath. “That’s fantastic!” he says through clenched teeth. I take his cock in to my mouth again. I take his hands from his hips and place them behind my head.
“Seriously, who the fuck am I!?” I think as he fucks my mouth. I love it as I gag. He is in charge, controlling my ability to breath. I surrender and ride his passion. The panic only feeds my desire to please my man. Unchained is a ravenous beast that had been hidden and repressed. I yield and follow its direction.
He might look like a regular guy but there is more. I see the masculine energy of the animal within. I see power in him and I feel a different power with in me. He is force and I am attraction. He takes and I give. I entice and provoke, he reacts, and I am aroused to provoke more. “How deep does this go and to where?” I think.
He takes his cock out of my mouth. He holds that back of my head, turning head up to face him. Then he slaps his hard cock against my face. I blush with shame and embarrassment and further flush that I like this shame. I love the indignity, the assertion, the audacity, the display of male dominance and power. I look him in the eyes. I affirm the moment. I rub my face over his cock and balls. They are slick with my saliva and his masculine scent. I want his scent on my face. I am all his.
He guides me to where he wants me. I am on my hands an knees with my ass in the air like some horny bitch. I feel vulnerable and exposed. “Am I a faggot? I am a faggot!” I think and the identity sticks, not with shame, but with an energy and honesty that ignites me. I will bottom for this sexy man. I will take his hard cock in to my body and he will fuck me the way I did not know I crave.
I take the bottle of lube from him. His cock is now slick with it. I put some on my fingers and slide one, then two fingers in to my hole. I try to stretch my hole in anticipation of his entrance. He kneels behind me. I feel him press against my hole.
I have used dildos before. None feel like a cock. A cock has a nice soft sponge like head with a firmness behind it. A cock is also attached to another body and that is attached to a mind and that to a purpose; to fuck and cum. This is what I have ignited in him. I made him hard. I gave him all the signals. Now I reap what I started.
I bear down and he slides in to me. “Oh!” escapes me from a combination of slight pain and the realization that I have a man’s penis inside me. He holds inside me and lets me adjust, stretching to accommodate him. Abandoning words and modesty, I push back to take all of him inside. I slide back and forth. I am ready.
He smooths his hands over my back. I purr like a cat. He gently spanks my ass.
“You have a nice round ass”
“Thank slot oyunları you” I reply quietly. “It’s all yours.” I say louder, with confidence. I don’t know where that came from, but it is both true and what I need. I need him to take me. Take me like a man.
His hands move to my shoulders and he begins working me. I shiver in delight. Are my shoulders an erogenous zone too? It feels intimate. I feel some small shame in my surrender to this new identity. The confidence and gentle strength of my lover pinches out that flame before it can take hold. I am in a new place. Absolute delicious vulnerability and submission washes over me.
He fucks me hard! Pounding in to me. Our bodies colliding. The sensation of his hard cock thrusting in to me like some furious bow on a violin playing Vivaldi blurs in to one continuous lustful roar of unstoppable masculine energy. The slap of flesh on flesh beats like my heart.
My exhales are in rhythm with the pounding. Unbidden and unconscious I am moaning “Yes!” with each powerful strike. My mind races. Doubts, desires, deep craving and wonder flood me. I am being fucked like a bitch and I like it. I’m the instrument of desire. I am a hole, a tight fuck hole. He is not wearing a condom. He is going to cum in me! He is going to cum in me and I will carry his seed like a slut. I want to carry his seed! What the fuck is going on with me?
He spanks me. Hard. The sting washes over me and swirls to combine with my pleasure.
“Yes! Yes, spank me. Make me your bitch!” I scream, teeth clenched. My cock is so hard it aches. I feel it wobble with each impact. I bow my head to look at it. It is joyously and painfully engorged, drooling pre-cum on to the blanket.
“That’s my fuckhole, isn’t it?” He demands.
“Yes, it is your hole. You know what a horny bitch needs, don’t you?”
“Yes I do” He punctuates with three hard thrusts and a smack to my ass.”
“Oh baby! Fuck my pussy and breed me. I want to carry your seed!”
What is happening to me? Who talks like this? Who controlling my mouth? I have no filter. I am saying exactly what I want and need, no matter how embarrassing or shameful. I feel unchained. I feel honest and real. Who is this man and what spell has he cast on me?
He stops to catch his breath. I move my body to slide on his cock. I release and bear down as I move, milking him. I cannot stop myself. I hunger for his hot load. The idea consumes me. The idea of having his seed in me. The idea of carrying this moment in my body as evidence. That blowjob, when I swallowed and was satisfied without getting off makes sense now. My body yearns for evidence in male seed that I am sexually powerful, that I can stoke the passion of man and satisfy it in a hot load of release. Boring me, yet exciting, arousing, and fulfilling me.
He does not pause long. His hands grip my hips, squeezing my flesh with urgency. I turn to look at him. His eyes are dark with desire. He is gulping air. I did this!
With our eyes locked, I say “You fuck me so good. You know just what your bitch needs. A hot stud with a thick hard cock fucking the tight little pussy of his slut. Using that hole and making it yours.” His eyebrows raise and then drop as he renews his fucking vigor.
I lay my head down and spread slot casino siteleri my arms on the floor. My ass is in the air in total submission. I want you to take me. Use me. This is what I want. This is what I need. I take in all the sensation and surrender to his power. I feel energized. How can submission be so powerful?
His breath becomes ragged. He speaks in fragments. “Pussy…bitch…tight…fuck…slut…hole.” His thrusts become irregular and urgent.
“Oh fuck!”
“Yes baby!”
“Oh ffffuck!
“Yes, baby. Fuck that pussy!”
“Fuck!”
“Cum in that hot hole. Make me your bitch. I want it. I want your seed!”
“FFFFUCK!” He yells as he cums in me. He spanks me. He plunges deep in to me and holds to ejaculate, then slides back to plunge again. He does this several times.
I imagine his cum bathing my insides with his seed. I feel his urgency to cum deeply and thoroughly in to my body. I sense his need to mark his bitch. His body speaks to the deep craving to inject himself in to a willing body that wants him. I am that willing and craving body. I am light headed and my heart races like my thoughts and emotions. I am euphoric. I am connected to him. How powerful!
He rests inside me. I push back on him and come to rest seated on his lap with this cock inside me. I know he is sensitive after cumming, but I move my hips. I want to feel his hardness a little longer, before it fades.
He reaches around and plays with my nipples. I burn with desire. He stokes my cock with his lubricated hand. My breath quickens. I move my hips with more urgency. I am shivering and my movements are spasms. I am falling yet rising. Overwhelmed in seconds I cum with a breathy “Oh baby, oh baby, oh, oh, OH!”
“Holy shit!” I exclaim and he laughs. I feel like a bomb blew up all the structures of understanding I had about myself. Can one night of passion do that? Can one seemingly ordinary man to that to another? I don’t care. I surrender to it.
“Can we spoon? Can you stay inside of me?”
We spoon. I feel his hardness fade as he smooths his hands over my body. He kisses my neck, whispering “You are so sexy. I love your ass.” He plays with my nipples and I shiver. I have no secrets from this man, a stranger to me until tonight. My words and body have no power to be coy.
“That was amazing! I have never had sex like that!” I don’t care if it sounds immature. This man put a load of cum in to my body. What should I withhold?”
“I hope we can do this again” He says. “I will give you my number.”
“You better set some expectations” I tease, “or I am going to be over here multiple times a day.”
He laughs and his breath tickles my ear.
What a turning point! I had no desire or even thought of cuddling with a man after sex. My past experience was, “That was great. Are we done here? Thanks.” I did not want it any other way, until tonight.
Now as I lay with his masculine body warm against me and his seed deep inside me I wonder who I am now. This has been a great revelation and I am in unknown territory. What does this mean for me?
It is going to be strange for me going to work, potentially with this man’s seed still in me, and acting normal in front of my coworkers. It is strange that the honesty in this room with Rick will not carried out in to the world with me. Strange that this reality quaking experience won’t cause wakes that others can see. Instead it will be carried secretly in my body from the most intimate experience of my life.
What next? I will probably call him tomorrow night. What a slut!
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