Getting laid up here is hard. I guess a small town in northwest lower Michigan is like a small town anywhere; a hot hookup doesn't cum along very often. The usual websites just seem to round up the usual suspects, the same sorry few who never cum through. And then there's the issue of who can host. For me, that opportunity is extremely rare. For everybody else? Well, the same, I guess. So we settle for what we can get outdoors or in cars, which means my chances of getting fucked are somewhere between impossible and "You're kidding, right?" But you have to keep trying. The last time I had the place to myself for a couple days, I put a post up on a DL site, expecting the same nothing-burger I usually get. Then it happened. This was a first for me, a guy who didn't want to drop by for a B & G, a guy who wanted more and wasn't afraid to ask. Or maybe I should say demand. He told me he was a very dom guy and that was fine with me because I'm a bit more of a submissive type on the spectrum and definitely a bottom if it cums around to that. As usual, I didn't know if he'd actually show up or just turn out to be another jerk-off fishing, but not cumming.
I had my answer pretty quickly. When I met him at the door he was dressed like a biker and definitely looked the part; black leather jacket and leather gloves. He didn't seem at all nervous as some guys do. He stepped in like we knew each other from way back, kicked off his boots and let me know without saying a word that he wanted to see the bedroom. We both stripped fast, but he asked if I was OK with him leaving his leather gloves on. It was the last time he would ask nicely for anything. He was a kind of chubby guy, but when he laid on his back like he owned the place, it wasn't his gut I was looking at. It was hard to focus on anything else but his cock. It was already full hard when his head hit the pillow.
He didn't have to say a word. I was taking orders now from his dick. He made it jerk like a finger saying "get your ass over here" and my mouth was all over it in a second. As I started licking and sucking, I felt his leathered hands on the back of my head and wondered if I was about to be gagged and face-fucked hard, but to my great relief that didn't happen. He held my head firmly in place and just pumped his throbbing member across my tongue slowly. He did make me take all seven inches down repeatedly, but not aggressively. This was heaven. My hands instinctively went for his nipples and as soon as they hit the spot(s) he told me to pinch them. I did as Iwas told, but it wasn't hard enough. "Pinch 'em harder! Harder!!" I couldn't believe how he could possibly withstand the pain, but nothing I could do with my fingers was enough, so I went after his nips with my teeth while reaching for the condom and the lube on the side table. I wrapped the rubber around the tip of his cock and then used my mouth to roll it all the way down his shaft, just as a good, obedient cock whore is expected to do.
In a flash, he rolled me over, pushed my legs high, slid a pillow under my ass and slathered his tool down until the lube was dripping and flowing down over his balls. Neither of us said another word. He pushed his cock into me hard until he was all the way in and just held it there. It hurt like hell and I could tell that that turned him on biggly. Then he grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and began fucking me deep and hard. I could tell by the look on his face that he was really getting off on watching my face while I became his bitch more and more with each thrust. Then his leather gloves were around my neck. I freaked for a moment, but when it became obvious that he preferred to fuck me while I was alive, I just let my whole body relax and enjoyed the ride...immensely. He fucked me good and deep for maybe five minutes and then, as his piston started firing faster, he barked, "NIPS!" I put my fingers on his nipples and squeezed until I thought I'd rip them off. He was fucking me furiously now and I thought he'd be filling the condom any second...but I was wrong.
His face was beet red as he pulled his raging rod out of me and stripped the rubber off lightning fast. His leather gloves pinned my arms out in a full DaVinci, and his cock was instantly in my mouth, spurting jizz like his balls hadn't been emptied since Bill Clinton was president. His cum tasted devine, maybe because I was in a state of breathless ecstasy, or maybe just because there was so much of it. Then he rolled over on his back next to me and we spent several wordless minutes catching our breath.
When got up and dressed he was as polite as the doorman at a five-star hotel, making pleasant small talk as if he hadn't just fucked my headlights out two moments ago. We both agreed that rarely being able to host really sucks, but just before leaving, he promised to get back in touch whenever the opportunity arises again. As he drove away, I could still feel his cock in my ass and savor the taste of his cum in my mouth. I wanted both to last, but nothing lasts forever, except...maybe...lust.