I generally need to cum about three or four times in the morning before my horniness has been dissipated enough for me to start the day. Yeah I know it's a lot, and that's just on average. Sometimes once is enough, and sometimes it's seven. Yeah, seven times. On those days it takes a few hours, and I end up needing to do a load of laundry, but it's a fun way to wake up. And for the pigs reading this, I run out of cum after eight or nine loads.
So this one Saturday morning I woke up wicked horny. Of course I'm no different from every other guy that wakes up with morning wood, that unrelenting dawn eagerness that needs to be taken care of, but on this particular day it was one of those extreme days, it would've been a seven-load morning for sure, but I didn't want to take care of things myself. -- I wanted someone to take care of it for me. I wanted to fuck the shit out of a fag.
That's what fags are for. There are gay guys, and there are fags. Every fag is a gay guy but not every gay guy is a fag. They're like squares and rectangles that way. Gay guys are into man-on-man sex of course, but they're also hardcore romantics even if they're closeted about it. They smile and smirk and say "awww" when you do something nice for them. If they don't say it they at least think it. And while some are sexual fiends, most aren't. Whereas fags are by definition, sexual fiends. Fags are usually cute, twinkish, shmoozy -- and a lot of fun at a party. But fundamentally they're cock-addicts, always on the hunt for their next fix and a new dealer. They usually specialize too, like doctors.
"I only get fucked," said one.
"I only suck dick," said another.
"I only take it bare."
"I only take it safe"
"I only get fucked in panties."
"Yeah? Panties?" I said to him, "But you're a bodybuilder."
"So?" he said.
"Most guys who like to be feminized don't spend hours sculpting their body into a hyper-masculine ideal."
He blinked at me. "So do you want to fuck me or not?" he asked. Panties or not his ass was incredible.
And the ones that don't tell you specifically what they're into are obvious enough about what they really want even if they never say it.
"So you ever have a dude lick your feet?"
"Yeah."
"It's the best."
"Yeah it was ok."
"After you fuck me will you put your foot on my face and let me taste the sweat?"
"Sure, if I feel like it."
"You'll like it trust me. "Once I laid on the floor and had a guy put his feet on my face while he watched tv."
"Dude you're really into getting your mouth on the feet of a stud aren't you?" I asked him.
"No, I'm not kinky or anything."
I blinked.
So I woke up this Saturday, especially turned on and with an urge to bang the shit out of some fag. But I didn't have any. When I'm single I normally have at least one bottom guy that I can count on to take care of me when I need it, but not only was I single at the time, but I didn't even have a toy fag to take care of me. And then I remembered Gabe.
I think the anonymity of the conversation on the internet makes people forget that they're talking to other actual, you know, people. Courtesy and respect disappear with a speed and ferociousness that would never happen if that same conversation were being conducted face to face. This is not to say that all or even most people who talk online are this way. I'm just amazed by what I read when I open some of my message windows. Sometimes amazed good, sometimes amazed bad, but amazed nonetheless at what people have the balls to put out there - to a complete stranger. Even so, sometimes I just click with the people I speak to online and Gabe is one of those guys.
I first started talking to him years ago, and while we initially had conversations because we were like-minded, in addition to being civil and friendly, it eventually became apparent that we were more than just age-mates with wit and quick-typing hands. We shared the same interest in the opposite ends of a dominant-submissive relationship. It wasn't a daily occurrence, but we'd chat endlessly about the depraved sexual acts we wanted me to inflict on him. In retrospect it wasn't all that depraved, it was mostly about him giving pleasure, and me taking it -- and both of us being comfortable and even happy with that setup. The way it's supposed to be. Initially we didn't meet up because we were too far away, and then we didn't because one or the other, or both of us were in relationships.
But we kept in contact and said one day we'd actually do it all.
By the time I woke up that Saturday I'd already met up with Gabe, and he'd sucked me off, a lot actually, and I had even fucked him a few times. He's not the most attractive guy in the world, but he has a decent fit body, a hot ass, and he gives really incredible blowjobs.
The first time he sucked me off he came to my place, and before I did anything, was on his knees looking up at me. I felt my dick thicken immediately, and as a general rule, it takes a lot to get me excited, I think it was his eagerness -- and the fact that that day had been so long in anticipation.
I stripped off my shorts and sat in a chair and had him suck, tongue, lick, and nibble my dick through my briefs until they were literally soaked with his spit. It was a little gross, but it was fun watching him make a mess of his face, as he eagerly lapped at my manhood. Then I slid them off.
He said to me, "Christ you have huge balls, Rob."
I smirked and nodded. I do have big nuts, but I'm not a particular fan -- they only serve to make my dick look smaller by scale in comparison. I said, "Be gentle, most guys are way too rough, no suckin' faggot, just lick `em." He did.
"Yeah like that, kiss `em, show them how much you love them."
He kissed them gently and eagerly, even tenderly.
"Thank them."
He continued tonguing me, but looked up at me. I could see the question forming in his mind.
"Thank them for making milk for you. Milk for my fag."
He kissed each one deliberately, over and over, and every third kiss or so would whisper to them "Thank you. Thank you for making milk for me." He said it as he moved his mouth against the side of my balls, and behind them mumbling and saying it over and over, interspersed with his kisses, while my dick dripped out some of the pre-milk against his ear. I hardly ever precum, but he definitely got some out of me that first time.
He rubbed his fingers under my balls while gripping my thigh with his other hand and impaled his face on my dick. He tongued the underside of the head of my dick right where it meets the shaft, being sure to get any lingering sweat. He even dragged his teeth over it a little bit after I told him I wanted him to be a little rougher. I'm built to be sucked, only six inches or so, with a downward curving dick, and in moments he had me balls deep in his face pussy. And then he did something incredible, that I'd often heard about but never experienced. Of course I'd been throated before. But this was a lot greater than being pushed as deep into a wet hole as I could go. This was an altogether different filthy animal.
He held my dick in his mouth, his nose in my pubes, as deep as I could possibly be and he swallowed. I hadn't cum or anything but he swallowed and I actually felt the squeezing of the head of my dick inside his throat as he did it. It was like he was milking me not with his lips and tongue but with his neck, like my dick was caught in some sort of milking machine and just when I didn't think it could possibly get any better and still with my dick in his face to the balls, he stuck out his tongue, and licked my sack, poking at it and licking it withhis tongue, all while squeezing my dick with his throat and the base with his lips.
That was one primo blowjob.
Needless to say he pulled off me and looked at me giving me a chance to rest up a bit. It was like he was psychic about knowing when I was going to nut, and he wanted to draw it out. But he was as eager for my load as I was to feed it to him, and after only 20 minutes of blowjob I couldn't hold it anymore.
I put one hand on the back of his head, fist in his hair and held him steady at first and then worked his head on my dick like a fleshlight, dragging his mouth on my dick at the speed I wanted just to go over the edge.
I sighed and spasmed and yelled at him, leaning back in the chair, both feet firmly on the ground as I shivered under the force of my orgasm, "Here comes your FUCKIN' REWARD!" and flooded out his mouth with my seed. I didn't count the number of squirts, I just grunted in time with each of them. I knew it was a big forceful cum, the kind that if it had been into the toilet I'd have heard it splash the water. If I'd been lying on my back it'd been up on the wall if not the ceiling. No joke.
I held him down on my dick and I blasted my manhood into him, and he took it like a champ, but nonetheless pushed against the chair to slide off me. I smiled and held him down. Then he started to cough and gag.
"Be a good boy for me." I said calmly, and then when I was done, moved my hands around on him until my palm was on his forehead and pushed his head off my dick.
He knelt on the floor his shoulders and arms hanging loosely, his upper body expanding and contracting with the pace of his panting breath, and his face sweaty. Cum and spit leaked from his mouth.
He wiped his face and cleared his throat.
And coughed.
And then he cleared his throat again, and wiped his eyes. And coughed. And coughed some more. Then he wiped his chin and cleared his throat. He continued to cough and clear his throat for a solid three minutes. Three minutes sounds like it's over quickly but it's a lot of time to spend doing nothing in particular while a dude chokes to death on your nut in front of you. "Dude," I said.
He looked at me and said, "Wow."
"Are you ok?"
"I think you blasted down the wrong pipe."
I laughed.
"That was a lot of cum."
Pup got his reward.
But I wasn't in the mood for a blowjob. I mean I'd take one of course, but that Saturday I wanted ass. And not only did I want ass, but I wanted to bust a load in ass.
Here's the thing about that. Up until that day I'd never cum bareback in anyone. I'd cum in a lot of sucking willing throats, including my best friend's when I was 13. I'd also fucked my fair share of bottom gay guys and fags, but always in condoms. High school health class did a number on me, and even with guys that I was in relationships with, I never went unprotected with. I was genuinely paranoid about it. Gabe and I had talked about it before, and I was fairly sure he'd be the one to take my first bare nut. I'd even made him get tested a bunch of times earlier when he was still just suckin' me off, in case I felt like doing more.
And I decided that morning was going to be the day. So I called him up.
"Faggot I want your ass," I said tactfully, and smirked to myself.
"Shit Rob, you know how to make me hard in seconds."
"Yeah well -- I don't really give a shit about making you hard, I care about getting me off."
"I know but I can't today."
"Well that's not what I want to hear."
"Yeah it's not what I want to say either, I just don't have the time, even though Ryan's in Atlantic City."
Gabe lives about an hour and a half away from me, so it is asking a lot to get him to spend three hours driving just for my cock -- not that he hasn't done it a bunch of times or that I don't deserve it. I do. Gabe also has a boyfriend, Ryan. I don't know the particulars of the relationship except that he isn't all that happy in it. The way I see it, any effect I have on the destruction of his relationship is just an acceleration on a decay that was there to begin with and that would eventually cause it to come apart on its own. I've had guys that were in romantic relationships shoot me down, and I respect that, but if he's willing, so am I. I'm just evil like that.
Gabe and his boyfriend rent some apartment somewhere and have a roommate which must be awkward, but it made Gabe say, "If you come down here we can hook up, but we can't do it here. My roommate's here."
"Fuck! That's no good."
There was silence on the phone for thirty seconds or so.
"Ryan and I bought a house- I have the keys, we could go there."
I pondered it for four seconds, "Great. Give me the address."
He gave me the address and I went to grab condoms and lube, and then thought about it. I only grabbed the lube. My health teacher would've been pissed. Then I drove a 90 minute distance in 70 minutes. Fuck I was horny.
The house was in a cute neighborhood with lots of old growth trees and teeny houses on big lots. I called him when I got there and he told me to come in the back door. I laughed at the double entendre.
I greeted him and smiled, the architect within me, forced me to check out the entire house before going upstairs. I looked at him still in the living room, and said, "C'mon faggot. Sir needs to fuck. Let's do it upstairs." He said nothing, but I was pretty sure that made his dick move.
I walked into the bathroom at the top of the stairs, tugged my shorts down and locked them behind my balls while I started to piss into the toilet, leaving the door open. The fag came up the stairs and looked in on me relieving myself in his future bathroom. I almost pissed on the floor just to see the look on his face when I made a mess and then got a better idea.
He stood in the hallway and watched me piss. Then I said, "C'mere kiddo. Kneel for me."
He was kneeling next to the toilet in a jillionth of a second.
I almost laughed out loud at how he clambered and sped to that position on command.
"Lap at my piss like the fucking dog you are," I told him.
He was so eager it was like he was going to jump out of his skin, or at least his pants. He leaned in and put both hands on the rim of the bowl when I yelled at him, "All fours on the floor faggot, like a dog!"
He did as he was told and slowly moved his face toward the stream. Then I flicked it at him and laughed, coating his face with a spray of my hot piss. What a fag.
He leaned in too much and got spray all over himself and then pulled back and lapped at the stream. As he licked at the falling stream of my liquid fucking waste, he'd knock some of it out of the stream, and droplets of piss would spray off his tongue. I watched beads of it hit the toilet and the floor.
I started to get hard as he repeatedly licked the stream, and as I did, my internal plumbing started to close the piss valve -- interrupting the flow even though I had a lot more to release. I got most of it out before I intentionally splashed his face with it again. Then I said, "C'mon kiddo, I need a wet dick," and walked into the master bedroom.
It was a plain yellow room with two windows on two walls, one of them peering directly into a neighbor's window about ten feet away. I could see lights on in that room, and neither window had curtains. I thought, "Well, someone might be getting a show today."
He'd set up a chair and a fan in the room -- apparently this is where he was planning on being used, the very room he was going to be sleeping next to his boyfriend in, and before that ever happened I was going to rawdog his ass in the same place.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. He crawled to me from the bathroom like a good puppy and immediately took my dick in his mouth, sloppily slurping at it, loose on the downstroke, tight on the upstroke, how I like it, and going very quickly. I walked into him and he gave space, until I had him with his back to the wall. I put one hand on the back of his head and one on the wall to steady myself as he worked himself on my dick.
I said, "Take off your clothes." It seemed like they were instantaneously gone. I don't know how they came off or where they went, but it seemed like he was naked immediately. I backed him up further, until I didn't have to hold his head anymore, I pushed the back of it against the wall and began face fucking him.
"Yeah that's it. That's my good boy, "I told him, "You like being a fuckin' hole, a fuckin toy for your sir!"
I pumped his face like it was ass, and even felt some pain as my dick inadvertently scraped his teeth, but I didn't care. I wanted to make him gag, and eventually, moving as quickly as I could, I did. "Yeah fuckin gag on that cock faggot."
I pulled out of him and he was panting, tears running down his face. It made me wicked hard.
I said, "Ok, enough with your face pussy, let's fuck."
He looked at me with that questioning look, as if to say "how do you want me?" But before he could verbalize the question I said, "On all fours faggot, like the dog you are for me."
Again it was instantaneous. It was like he was a Transformer, and in seconds he was on all fours, his forearms flat on the ground, the side of his face touching the wood, face down ass up.
His ass was generally smooth, but the hole wasn't, it had a wispy ring of hair around it. I didn't want to poke it, I didn't want to finger it, and I sure as hell didn't want to taste it. I wanted to fuck it, flood it, and breed it.
I cracked that bottle of lube, peeled that circular seal off and rescrewed the cap on. I squirted some on my dick, dripped it on his crack above his hole, and then put one hand on the small of his back and lined up my dick with his ass and pressed into him with my hips.
He'd said nothing about rubbers, and I didn't either. The fag wanted my cum. He craved it. He was tight. I had a little trouble getting in him, but soon enough I found the hole and slid it into him completely, without giving him time to relax or get used to it. What the fuck -- I just wanted it.
I held it in him for a few seconds, pumped him a dozen or so times, and kept increasing the length of the stroke, both hands of mine now on the small of his back, and watching his back rise and fall between his shoulder blades, reacting in time with my fuck thrusts. I kept long-dicking him, and soon enough fell out of him. I moved back a bit, pressed a finger to his hole, and then he reached back with both hands and held his hole open. I got closer and again slid into him, eliciting a moan from him that sounded like it came from his big toe. It was deep and long, and low, one minute-long growl.
"What the fuck faggot, all I did was put it in you."
"I haven't been fucked in a while sir!"
I laughed as I pumped him, remembering that I'd told him, he had to ask my permission if Ryan, his boyfriend wanted to fuck him." He'd asked maybe three times, and twice I said no.
"Fuck no," I thought to myself, "This fag's ass is MINE!"
I leaned over him and put my hands on the floor on either side of him, resting on the balls of my feet and pumping up into him.
"You like that faggot? You like that fuckin' sir dick in you? Yeah I know you do. We both know I'm the one that really owns your ass. You might sleep next to that cunt, that fuckin' wannabe top who thinks you're his boyfriend. But we both know who really owns your ass, and it isn't that fuckin' tool is it? No... who owns your ass?" I spanked him. "Who fuckin owns your faggot hole?"
"You do sir!" he shouted and pushed himself back into me.
"Yeah I own your ass, and I'm gonna send it back to your faggot boyfriend with my seed dripping out of it, my baby growing in your pussy."
I was talking myself into a really hot nut, and a few moments more and I just couldn't hold it in. I put both hands on his back and bunny fucked him in short powerful jabs, scraping the underside of the head of my dick over the faggot's sweet spot inside his ass, and sending chills up my spine. As I started to unload up his ass, I slowed down and slammed him hard, pumping him once in time with each of the squirts I was planting in his hole.
I was leaning over him, powerfully slamming into him and I rubbed his back once, and saw his tricep. It was all I could reach. I bit it. And I bit it, really fuckin' HARD."
He screamed. I grunted and pulled off him, my teeth marks deep and visible in his flesh. I got up, laughed, and looked at him for a few seconds. My cum was leaking out of him already. I put my foot on his ass and knocked him over.
"Who owns your ass?"
"You do sir, you own my ass."
"Yeah I fuckin' own your ass, and I loan it out to your cunt boyfriend when I feel like it. I'm your pimp."
He knelt and felt his ass, and then looked at me standing in front of him, and dived for my dick. I wasn't expecting the oral onslaught and had to step back a bit. He proceeded to give me one of his first class award winning blowjobs, going for the gold, sucking my dick. It was like I was being consumed slowly and pleasurably with his lips, teeth, and throat, all the while his tongue working my balls with my dick buried deep in his throat as he sucked lube, cum, and his own ass juice from my dick.
I said, "Christ fag, give me a minute." He looked up at me and just rubbed my thighs while he waited, and a few minutes later was back down on my weapon.
He worked my dick like the pro he was, and I couldn't take it, I had to sit down. I sat in the chair and laid back, watching the faggot choke on my dick. He kept pulling off me every so often, and just eyeing me. "You are such a stud," he said.
I smirked. It sounded so fuckin' cheesy to hear it out loud.
He rubbed his hands up over my body and arms as he went down on me. Then he rubbed them down over my thighs and calves.
"Please sir, can I suck on your feet?" he asked me.
"No," I said to him.
He hopped on his knees and said "Please sir let me suck on your feet."
"No," I repeated, louder.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease," he whined.
I looked at him, smirked, and squinted, and slapped him, "I said no, what kinda pathetic faggot are you?" The slap was loud, and it connected. My hand stung afterward. When his head returned from the recoil, he looked at me, and a moment of pain on his face turned into a full on grimace. He opened his mouth as if to let out a scream.
For a few seconds I thought I had truly hurt him with the slap, but I immediately ruled that out. The next few seconds I thought maybe there was something wrong with his ass -- maybe my nut was dissolving his ass from the inside out. It's amazing what you think in moments like that. And then he caught his breath and I looked down at his dick. He was cumming.
The faggot was cumming!
"What a fuckin' fag you are. Get back on my dick."
He smiled and said, "Yes sir!" and went back to work, resuming that first class primo, porn-star quality blowjob. I lasted maybe fifteen minutes before I flooded out his mouth, grunting loudly.
Now, the first time he sucked me off he choked and gagged on it, but I don't think he was expecting the volume of nut that he got. Ever since, when he had sucked me off, he took it like a champeen. So I'm not sure if it was just to flatter me or if it was actual, but when I busted that second load in his mouth, he choked on it, hacked, and coughed, and actually spit up some of my fuckin' load.
"LICK IT OFF ME FAG!" I snarled at him, "Go on."
He leaned in and licked it off my thigh and belly. I pushed his face away from me and walked to the bathroom in my sneakers and tshirt. Even though the house was unoccupied, there were wet-wipes in the bathroom. I used them to clean off my hands and dick, then washed my hands before looking back at him, sprawled on the floor, fingering his ass.
I laughed and said, "Now you have me in both ends faggot." I saw his dick move when I said it and almost laughed but instead I put my clothes back on and was about to leave when I noticed the seal I had pulled off the bottle of lube on the floor. I smiled and wondered if his boyfriend would find it.
I grabbed my shit and drove the ninety minutes home in ninety minutes. I have got to find a closer hole.