Grindr Cum Splash

Grindr Cum Splash 2

(M/M, Spanking, Choking, Cum fetish, True, Involuntary race play)

If you saw my first story, Grindr Cum Splash (also on Nifty) then you know that I have recently experienced my first time with a man. I encourage you to read that story, but I will save you some time and tell you that my first time was amazing!

I was eager to try again, but my first lover never responded to my other messages. I am pretty sure I made him happy on our meeting, but maybe not happy enough. This was a little blow to my confidence, but I never give upÊ

Anyway, it was two weeks before I got a chance to play again. Here is that true story.

I pulled into the empty rear section of the parking lot at the Embassy Suites. The hotel was right off Highway 40 in my mid-size North Carolina town, and I could hear traffic whizzing by over the embankment rising in front of me.

I was early and I was shaking with nervous energy. I was also sweating, despite the air conditioning in the car being very cold. After my first experience, and all the anxiety and fear I had gone through, I didn't expect to feel this way my second time.

But I did feel it. Just as strongly.

I checked the clock. 45 minutes until he was expecting me.

Looking around to make sure there were no other cars or people who could see me, I picked my phone up off the built-in charger on the dash and opened it up to the video application.

Thinking ahead, I had downloaded some straight porn for just this occasion.

Yes, straight porn. I don't know what I am yet. I like men, or at least I liked the man I had been with, but I still get off on girls as well. Let's call me bi, for now.

I loaded up a video of Katie Morgan (if you aren't aware of her think fake tits, blonde hair, and a bimbo voice) and spent the next thirty minutes, my cock twitching in my black slacks, watching her get absolutely railed by a big muscle-bound stud with a 70s porn mustache.

When the clock on the dash read 15 minutes until the meeting time, I put the phone away and tried to get the tent in my pants to relax a little so that I could drive.

With 10 minutes to go I walked into the lobby. It was packed with families on vacation, some businessmen waiting to check in, and a group of high school girls in cheerleader uniforms that I guessed were either in town for a game or a competition.

I made my way past them and walked until I reached the elevators. Pushing the button for 10, I rode up towards my destination while looking down onto the main part of the hotel through the glass at the back of the car.

When the car stopped, I stepped off and followed the signs on the wall down to 1050.

With each step my cock got harder, and I began to sweat a little more. I was shaking a little.

Arriving at 1050 I knocked and, while rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet, waited for him to come to the door. Soon I heard the bar that locked the door clicking and the door itself swung open on its hinges.

Titan834 was behind it.

I didn't learn his real name, and he never got mine, but he deserved the name Titan.

His profile said he was 6'3 and if I had to guess that was a little low. He towered over my 5'11 body. He wore a muscle tee and underneath it I could see that Titan was ripped. His black skin was stretched tight over his swimmer's frame. He wore his hair short, and he had a well-trimmed beard that accented his strong jaw. Besides the muscle tee, Titan was wearing a pair of thin purple athletic shorts that came to mid-thigh.

I couldn't believe it. This could not be him. He was too handsome. Too in shape. What would a guy like this want with a fat ass like me?

"Titan?" I asked in a whisper, assuming he was going to say no.

"Yep. You my guy?"

"Yes. I guess I am."

"Come on in."

He moved out of the way to let me past him and into the room. No sooner had I gotten in, and the door closed behind me, than I felt one of his large hands fall on my ass and cup it through my pants.

"NiceÉ" he said in voice that was deep and very sexy, "Go into the bedroom."

"Thank you," I said as I walked in, still shaking and sweating, to stand in the center of the room.

He must have noticed I was nervous because he gave me a big grin.

"Relax. Nothing to worry about here. This your first time?"

I shook my head. My throat suddenly dry and unable to speak. I held up my hand with two fingers.

"Oh, second time. Don't worry. It gets easier," he said as he looked me up and down. I was dressed in my work clothes, shirt, and tie, and I guess he liked what he saw because I was sure I could see the bulge of him slowly raising an outline through the shorts.

"Ok. Cool," I said in a voice that sounded like I was 12 and my balls hadn't dropped yet.

Titan grinned and patted me on the shoulder.

"Here, drink this," he said and offered me a beer he had chilling in the hotel ice bucket next to the built-in mini fridge.

"No but thank you. I don't drink. Do you have water?"

"No, but I got a sports drink."

He opened the fridge and handed me a an off-brand diet sports drink. Trying to look like I wasn't as nervous as I felt, I opened the bottle and took a big gulp. Which promptly went down the wrong part of my throat and left me choking a bit.

This time Titan laughed out loud and nearly bent over double.

"Oh man! Look at you! It's kind of cute how bad you are at this."

I wiped the liquid off my chin, hoping none if it got on the white collar of my shirt, and laughed with him. When we both stopped, he made his move.

Titan stepped close to me, still towering over me, leaned down and spread his lips across mine. His mouth, like the rest of him, was huge and he engulfed me in a strong and passionate kiss.

I returned the kiss and felt his hands come to rest on my hips.

We kissed that way, making out like teenagers, for several minutes, before he stepped away. He looked down at me and smiled again.

"Better?"

And I was. The nerves weren't gone but had lessened a considerable amount.

"Yes. Better."

"Cool. SoÉ you like to be submissive?"

I nodded, taking another swig from the bottle. He had read that in my profile, which was nice.

"And you like it a little rough? Or, let me guess, you just think you do?"

It was like he knew me. I nodded again. Not really trusting myself to speak.

"I see. And, in your fantasies, what does the guy, in this case me, do to you?"

I took another drink, trying to get my voice back.

"Come onÉ don't be shy. Tell me. Truth."

I finally opened my mouth and, again, my voice sounded like a pre-pubescent teenager, this time with a slight stutter.

"IÉ I tell him thatÉ the rougher he is the better IÉ the better I fuck. Just no visible stuff."

"That is what you tell him? In your fantasies?"

"Yes."

"Let me guess, you watch a lot of straight porn. You like that? When the guys are a little rough?"

"Yes."

"Ok, we can do that. So, let's just see how submissive you are. Go to the bathroom. Strip completely. Hang your shit up over the shower rod. Then, use a washcloth to wipe yourself clean. When you are done, come back out."

I walked into the bathroom and was about to close the door when he pushed it open.

"No. Leave it."

He stood there leaning against the doorframe drinking a beer while I stripped off my clothes as quickly as I could. When I was naked, and now feeling a little more nervous with him watching me, I hung them over the shower rod.

Then I took a wet washcloth to wipe myself. When I was finished, I put it on the towel rack.

"Done?" he asked, but didn't wait for me to answer, "Into the bedroom."

I walked out of the bathroom, with him following, through the small living room of the suite and into the bedroom.

"Stand in front of the bed."

I did so and, shaking a little again, stood patiently while Titan walked around me. He looked me up and down like a piece of meat. My cock, which let's face it isn't very big at just under 5 inches, was at attention.

"You tell them in your fantasy, when you are stroking that thing, that the rougher they are the more you like it. That right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Cause we are going to find out if that is true."

He stopped walking when he was in front of me and turned to face me. His hands, so large, rested on my hairy chest and then rose to my neck. I felt them close, not very gently, around my throat. My breath quickened a little despite the pressure on my windpipe.

"Don't worry bitch. I'm not going to leave any marks on you where anyone can see. But you are going to know I was here. You are going to know that I had you. Now, you keep both eyes on my face. Do you understand?"

Unable to answer, I just nodded.

His hands left my throat, fell to my chest, and I felt his thick fingers wrap around my nipples. He twisted and my body was wracked with pain as it felt like he was trying to tear my sensitive nubs off my body. I bent forward, trying to relieve the pressure, and I saw a flash of anger on his face.

"Keep your eyes on me. Don't you look away."

The pain was awful, but I kept my body as erect as I could, and my eyes focused on his face. After what felt like an hour, but was probably just seconds, he left go and I felt my sensitive skin pop back into normal.

Then he did it again. Harder this time.

When I couldn't take it anymore he would relax for a second, letting the pain subside, and then do it again.

After ten or twelve times he finally let them go. I was struggling to stay upright because the pain was so bad and when he released my nipples, it felt like heaven.

But Titan wasn't done. He didn't hesitate before reaching down, cupping my dick and balls in one hand, and yanked them away from me, twisting them just like he had done with my nipples.

He held my chest with one hand and twisted my poor cock and balls with the other while pulling them down and away.

"AahhhhÉ"

This time I couldn't help but cry out and tears came to my eyes.

"Don't say a word," he said and suddenly my mouth was filled with the fingers from his other hand, "You shut up and take it."

I was crying a little, but I kept my eyes on his face as he manhandled my genitals painfully. Again, it was probably seconds, but it felt so much longer, when he let go. And then he would do it again. And again.

Finally he let go, took his fingers out of my straining mouth, and stepped away from me.

"I bet you like spankings. I bet you love spankings. Like a good little white bitch. Going to be my white worthless bitch this afternoon. Gonna be a bitch for a n-*****."

I was shocked at his words. I wasn't at all into race play, but I guessed that Titan probably did like it. And I wanted badly to please him, so I nodded.

"Bend over the bed. Bottom up, face down."

This was the same position my last lover had used. I was bent over, fat naked ass in the air, ready for him.

The blow didn't surprise me, but the force did. He hit me hard across both cheeks with one of those huge hands! So hard that I am sure that my cheeks went instantly red. The strength of him propelled me forward, driving my face into the soft bed below me.

"Fuck!" I cried out, completely unable to stop myself.

"Shut up. You told me the rougher, the better. So, you are getting it."

Another blow landed on my ass, and I felt my flesh jiggling and bounce from the blow. Then he hit me again.

I turned my head and bit down on the nasty unwashed bed sheet to keep from bursting into actual tears. He was right, I had asked for this, and I was getting it, but it was harder than I really wanted.

But, as he beat me, my abused dick got hard again, and it flopped and leapt between my spread legs.

Over and over, he spanked me. Hands landing with hard smacking sounds as he taught me what it meant to be a bitch.

Despite the pain, part of me was loving this.

"Ok. That's enough of that. Stand up."

Even standing was painful. The skin of my ass was raw and hot as I got back up to my feet. Titan must have realized how badly he had hurt me because he rested a hand gently on my ass.

"Yeah... that might have gotten away from me a little. Hold on."

I heard ice moving and the next thing I knew he was touching a cold bottle of beer to my skin and rolling it back and forth across my butt. It felt remarkable after the abuse he had given me.

"Better? Just nod or shake."

I nodded. I kind of liked being forced to be non-verbal, though it wasn't part of my fantasy.

"Good. Now we see how good you are at giving head. Strip me."

My nerves had vanished during the beating. He must have known that would happen. It was like he instinctively understood me somehow. I briefly wondered how many men like me, men that liked this sort of thing, he had been with before.

I reached out and took his muscle tee in my hands and, standing up my tip toes to make it easier to get it over his head, pulled it off him. He was ripped!

I couldn't resist reaching out and running my hands over his stomach and chest. Then I felt myself lean forward and begin to touch him. First his nipples, which I licked and then sucked on, then his stomach and abs, as I worked my way down his fantastic body.

My body was on autopilot no. No longer in my control.

I got down on my knees in front of him, his large form looming over me, and put my fingers into each side of his shorts. I pulled them down towards his feet and his cock sprang up to greet me.

If this was a porn movie, Titan would have had a dick to match his impressive size. He wasn't small, but I was expecting a ten-inch monster. I guessed he was slightly less than eight inches, and I could deep throat my favorite dildo of that size, so I was happy.

He was shaved smooth, and the prick waved slowly a foot from my face.

When he was free from the constraints of his clothing, Titan walked around me and climbed up onto the bed. He lay down on his back, his cock in the air like a sundial.

"Get on the bed."

I climbed up after him, trying to do it in a sexy way that probably just ended up looking awkward, and sat beside him.

"Get in between my legs."

He spread his heavily muscled thighs and I crawled in between them.

"Suck my big cock you dumb white bitch."

I looked down at it. Standing there. Staring at me.

I leaned over, slowly because my ass still hurt, and rested my hands on top of his thighs. The closer I got to it, the larger his cock looked. I could smell something, probably coco butter, strongly on him.

I moved my head forward and took one of his big balls into my mouth and sucked inward. I moaned as his hot skin moved beneath me and I moved up tongue over it, enjoying the feel of it inside me. He must have used a lotion on himself because I was right, I was tasting coco butter.

Then he kicked me. Not too hard, but three times in a row.

"I said cock. Not balls. Bitch. Do better."

Not wanting to get kicked again, I immediately obeyed.

Releasing his testicle, my head rose a few inches and I licked him from balls to tip in one long drag of my tongue.

I could tell that he liked that because he smiled.

"Do that again. Lick it."

So, I repeated the motion, running my tongue up his thick veiny cock until I reached his head.

Then I gave it a little kiss.

"Good bitch. Now. Show me your skills. I want it all the way inside you."

I wanted that too.

I opened my mouth and swallowed him just like I do my dildo when I am practicing.

My lips clamped around his prick, and I slid my head slowly down, feeling his amazing cock penetrate my skull. Down and down, I went, taking inch after inch into me. And just when I felt like I couldn't get any more in, when my throat began to open up painfully around his head, I reached the balls.

I had practiced this too. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and gave them an experimental lick.

"Good. Now show me what you can do."

I sucked in as hard a I could and raised my head slowly and let my lips drag up his black prick. When I reached his head, I sucked in again, and then let my mouth drop off him with an audible pop.

He was wet with my saliva, but not wet enough. I spit in my right hand and began to rub it up and down him. The heat from his flesh was amazing and I felt him twitching underneath my closed fingers.

I titled my head to the side, leaning over once again, and closed my mouth around the left side of his prick. Licking as I went, my head again rose along his length, wetting his cock with my mouth.

When I reach the top, I repeated the same motion on the other side, making sure he was slick and ready for me to go again.

I took my hand and wrapped it around the base of him. Then I looked up, into his eyes, and waited for permission.

"Suck it like a good mouth-bitch."

And I did. I lowered my head onto his cock, one hand working him up and down, as my mouth opened and closed around him and began to bob up and down.

His prick, thick and long, shuddered in my mouth with each upward stroke of my hand and each downward push of my head. I went faster and faster, luxuriating in the feeling of fucking myself with his cock. My left hand caressed his huge thigh, feeling his muscles contract and loosen as I pleasured him.

Titan beneath me, his prick violating me as he made me his mouth-bitch. Up and down. Sucking him with all the strength I had while I jerked him off.

Occasionally I would remove my hand long enough to deep throat him. He liked that a lot, but I had to stop after five times because my jaw and throat hurt.

I made a mental note to get a bigger dildo for practice so that I could learn to overcome those pains as I had my gag reflex.

Eventually he spoke again.

"Stop it. Onto your back."

He rolled off the bed and stood up. I thought he was going to have me hang my head off the bed while he fucked my throat. I found myself incredibly excited for it despite the pain in my face.

Instead, he stepped over to the nightstand and slid the drawer open. His hand emerged with an open pack of condoms.

"Condom only, right? Don't speak."

I nodded.

"Put one of these on. Then put one on me."

I obeyed and soon both our cocks were wrapped in thin latex. I expected him to throat-fuck me, but instead he climbed back up onto the bed.

"Lay down. Face up. Head on the pillows."

I did so and I felt him lift my legs up with both hands, spreading my hole for him to see.

"I am going to fuck this fat ass good. But firstÉ"

That is when he hit me again.

His hand came down and caught me squarely between the cheeks, directly on my puckered hole, and pain ran into my body.

Then he hit me again. And again. Blow after blow rained down on my asshole, occasionally catching my balls in the crossfire, as Titan smacked my already abused ass.

When he was done hitting me, he spread my legs wide, a hand on each ankle, and lowered them to the bed.

"Put your legs up. Close them and raise them. Raise your ass off the bed for me."

I followed directions and raised first my legs, then my ass, up off the bed.

As soon as my ass was once again exposed him, he lined up his cock and shoved it inside my butt like he owned it. Which, for the moment, we both knew that he did.

The lube on the condom barely helped, but he went in anyway. I felt the head of his prick breach me and then push past my hole and slam into my body as he defiled me.

"FuckÉ oh godÉ oh godÉ" I mumbled at the lovely intrusion of my body.

My cock shook and twitched in response to being penetrated. Pleasure surged through me, mixed with only a little pain. I feltÉ Jesus it felt so right. Just like my first time, the experience felt correct. Like something had been missing all my life and it turned out to be a hefty cock in my ass.

This, right here on my back with a man fucking me, is what I was made for.

Titan adjusted his weight on the bed, lining himself up so that he was directly between my legs, and pulled himself slowly out.

"So tightÉ like a good bitch should be."

I just moaned in response as he slowly, ever so slowly, withdrew himself from my spread open hole. Just when the tip was about to pop out, leaving me unfilled and begging for more, he pushed forward once again.

Inch after inch slid into me and I writhed in pleasure beneath the powerful man who was making me his plaything. A toy. A fuck toy for his amusement.

As soon as I thought of myself as a fuck toy, I instantly accepted it.

This was me. My place. I am a toy for fucking. I might as well have been wearing a tight black dress like Katie Morgan as she got fucked in that video. Blonde hair flying. Fake tits waving and wobbling. Legs spread open as some hung man fucked her for money like a whore.

That was me now. Minus the tits and blonde hair, of course. And the fact that I wasn't getting paid.

As he withdrew a second time, leaving me wanting him in me so badly, I briefly wondered if I shouldn't ask for money the next time. Just a dollar or two. Just for the thrill of it.

Titan must have realized I had zoned out for a second and his voice brought me back to reality.

"Spread them," he said patting my calves.

Legs still raised in the air, and not exactly comfortable, I spread my legs open as ordered.

The big black man, the Titan, leaned over, driving himself in as far as he could, and wrapped his right hand around my throat.

"This is going to leave a mark and I don't fucking care."

And then he started to fuck me in earnest. He actually made me his bitch.

His hand closed strongly, but not quite enough to truly hurt me, around my windpipe as he began to pound himself in and out of my abused hole.

I won't describe the sounds I was making, but if there was anyone in the room next to us, they heard me starting moaning and squealing like a dog in heat.

"Fuck meÉ fuck meÉ make me your toyÉ" I whispered as I panted for breath.

I prayed over and over, leering up at him, looking him in the eye as he fucked me. Hammering me. Making me his.

I shook, my whole body rolling up and down with his thrusts. Urging him onward. Begging in a soft voice for him to keep going.

I was splayed open with a hand closed around my throat, as he plunged his prick in and out of my hole.

"Call me Titan. Talk dirty bitch."

"TitanÉ Titan I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard. You are a real man. Make me your little bitch," I said in gasping breaths.

Over and over Titan thrust and pulled and jerked himself in and out of me as I shuddered beneath him, just trying to hang on to my sanity.

"Oh fuckÉ I want to be your toyÉ your fuck toyÉ use meÉ"

Then, without warning, he slowed for a moment, and I felt him completely withdraw from me.

"NoÉ don'tÉ"

His hand closed around my throat, now tightening so hard I was losing my ability to even draw a breath.

"You don't talk."

I watched, my legs spread, as his free hand grasped his prick and yanked off his condom.

My vision was swimming and I felt like I might pass out. I tried to struggle, but from that position I had no way to really move. I was totally at his mercy. He was too strong. Whatever he wanted to do, he was going to do.

But he surprised me. Instead of ramming that black cock back into my waiting asshole he began to jerk off. Even more surprising, he let go of my throat, reached down, and pulled my condom off.

"WhatÉ?"

"Hush. You are going first."

His hand was flying on his prick and his other hand grasped my cock roughly and began to jerk me off.

I came in seconds and my cum jetted out and splashed over his chest, my chest, and my lower body. My orgasm was even more powerful that the first time I was with a man. It washed over me, driving me once again into madness, before all too quickly fading into a delicate feeling of satisfaction.

Seeing me cum pushed Titan over the edge. He leaned back and his prick jerked as the powerful member sprayed his cum over my hairy chest and even up onto my face. I reflexively flinched away from it, but some did land on my chin.

"Fuck!" he said as he came, probably loud enough to be heard in the lobby.

He came. And came. And came. I have never been close to unleashing the amount of cum this man, this Titan, did onto me. Ropes just kept flying from the tip as he coated me with it.

When he was done, he collapsed on his side, lay his head down, and closed his eyes.

Not really knowing what to do next, and literally in awe and gratitude of what he had done to me, I lay there covered in our cum, waiting for instructions.

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

When I didn't answer, he opened his eyes and smiled up at me.

"It's over. You can speak now."

"Yes. OhÉ yes."

"And did it fulfill your fantasy. Being used?"

Freed from my forced silence, I began to almost blubber at him.

"Yes. Yes. It did. Oh, it did. Thank you. Thank you."

"Good. I like when you said fuck toy. I almost came right then."

Now there were some tears in my eyes. I was crying a little. In happiness. In relief. At a fantasy and a purpose fulfilled.

My throat hurt. My jaw hurt. My ass hurt. My whole body hurt from being in the position he had me in.

But I was so happy I was crying.

"Let me rest a few moments," he said, closing his eyes again, "And we will get you cleaned up."

"Did youÉ I mean did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. I would have thought that was obvious," he said laughing.

"I justÉ wanted to make sure."

He lay that way, curled up, for ten minutes or so while our sticky cum cooled and dried to my body. When he finally did stir, he didn't speak. Instead, he helped me off the bed wordlessly and took me into the bathroom.

Titan gently took my clothes off the shower rod and carried them out of the room.

"I will put these over a chair, so they don't get wrinkled."

When Titan came back, he looked me up and down.

"Sorry. I may have gone overboard. Especially with your neck. But your shirt collar and tie should hide it. Turn on the shower and get cleaned up."

Just as I had all afternoon, I followed his directions and turned the shower on. I soaped up with the cheap hotel bar soap and washed the sweat and dried jizz off me.

He sat on the toilet, his cock dangling between his legs, and watched me the whole time. Looking at his prick, even soft, made me get hard again.

When I was done, and clean, he helped me out of the shower and into the living room part of the suite. My clothes were hanging over the nearby chair and I made a move towards them before something stopped me.

"What is it?" he asked from behind me.

I knew what I needed to do.

I walked into the bedroom, over to the nightstand, and retrieved another condom. He watched me from the doorway.

Condom in hand, I walked back to him, took him by the hand, and guided the massive Titan to the couch, where he sat down.

I kneeled in front of him, submissive as is now my nature, and unrolled the latex sheath over his prick.

Without asking permission or having him grant it, I pleasured him a second time. Sucking and jerking and working as hard as I could to make him happy. Until, finally, he came with a long and satisfied moan, and I felt him burst into the thin protective plastic between his cock and my mouth.

When he was done, and had taken a few moments to recover, I removed the condom, disposed of it in the bathroom and used the damp washcloth from earlier to clean him up.

Then I dressed myself, kissed him, and walked out the door.

He was in the hotel because he was from out of town. I knew it was a one-time thing.

But for me, I now knew that I was on a journey that I couldn't ever stop.

I must have more. More sex. More abuse. More cock. More everything.

And I am going to get it.

The End

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