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J-pup 23, Chapter One
I was about three months away from my forty-third birthday. Since most of my time is spent working at an aerospace company repairing parts that are used on aircraft engines, my life isn't all that exciting or busy outside of work. My current work schedule, or lack of it one could say, has me working way too many days in a row with only a day off. So yeah, while the money is good, my social life falters greatly.
Suffice it to say, that as a single closeted gay guy who's not found the right person to deal with my fetishes, it's been a blessing to have a hectic work schedule. At least no time is spent wondering why there's no special guy in my life. Also being on third shift, there's really no time to have a normal life like anyone else. Not that "normal" was a word that has ever been a part of my vocabulary.
So yeah, it'd been way too long since there's been anyone in my life. The ones from the local gay bar were all flakes, basically just a good fuck and get the fuck out my house. There was no desire to establish anything serious with them, nor was there anyway that the problem was with me. Nah...
At a young age of self-discovery and a wealth of discovery time that ensued after that initial realization of self, my fetishes of first being dominated and then eventually becoming the dominant one led me to where my life currently exists. A relationship with anyone would entail putting up with my fetishes -- fetishes that involved me totally dominating a young pup -- literally a younger stud that was into pup play: wearing a mask and acting like a servant to his master.
My days spent being dominated and being a pup led me to this, and now any sort of sexual gratification is completely derived from administering the same domination that revolved around my early learning days. Getting off any other way typically just didn't happen for me anymore.
And so the quest to find such individuals, usually now in their early to late twenties, is what I seek. Since the city where my job and home are doesn't offer much in the line of fetish bars or clubs that satisfy my desires, on rare days off a trip to the bigger cities like Chicago or St. Louis usually helps to quench my thirst and give me the much needed relief I seek.
With the advent of dating apps, there's hope. Although most individuals I've met online do not necessarily equate into satisfying experiences. Seems as if no one else in my target group shares the same quirky desires as me, especially working the same shift as me.
Recently, however, there's hope that my luck might change.
Due to a necessary change in my work schedule, after spending nearly four years of working on third shift, in order to help the company "meet production demands" as they so brilliantly tried to sell me on the idea, my new work schedule effective immediately is first shift, working Monday through Friday six-thirty in the morning until three o'clock in the afternoon, overtime hours can be added on to each end of those core hours, along with working Saturday and/or Sunday.
Preparing for the change in the work shift wasn't pretty but sitting at the local gay bar on a rare Saturday night off from work watching the boys dancing with each other, my conclusion was that it probably wouldn't be as bad as first thought. I was horny as fuck and planned on taking one of the cuties home with me, figuring that a fuck is a fuck, and if he wasn't into pup play like me, at least being the dominant top that I am wouldn't be a bad way to get off and at least let me sleep well in preparation for getting up bright and early Monday morning to prepare for my new work schedule.
One particular cutie looked to be just about what would do the trick. He appeared to be just over twenty one, slender, under five foot six, and probably didn't weigh more than one twenty five.
My cock stirred in my shorts.
Watching him dance really got me going. It didn't appear that he was with a boyfriend, rather with a couple of girls, most likely lesbians, but who knows. Surprisingly, straight girls were known to come to the bar to avoid getting hit on by guys. That logic made sense; one could surmise. The three of them were dancing to some old Madonna tune and as the song ended and blended into a new song, he lifted his black tee shirt high enough for me to get a glimpse of the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs that barely clung to a smallish waist, barely enough to hold his oversized blue jeans up.
As he walked off the dance floor, our eyes met. Smiling, he liked the attention and gave me another peak of his hairless non-defined abs, another turn on. Walking past me he turned around to see me smile back. I had him. The hook had been set. Now to reel him in.
He walked towards the bathroom, so I got up and followed. Standing at the urinal, he looked back when I walked in. Boldly, I stood next to him, almost towering over him a good seven inches taller. I pulled my semi erect cock out of my black jeans, standing back far enough for him to see as he finished and was ready to walk away.
"Hi" I grunted to him as he backed up and indeed glanced down to sneak a peek.
"Hi there." He replied in a cute but feminine sounding voice.
"You're a great dancer." I told him, figuring that I'd set the hook good before pulling him in.
"Oh, thanks! I love to dance! How about you?" he now asked, his huge deep brown eyes looked up at me, pouring fuel on the fire.
"I'm not much of a dancer. But I love music and making people happy." I laughed after finishing my statement and putting my semi erect cock back in my pants after finishing draining my bladder. His eyes followed my hand motions.
"Oh cool. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?"
"I'm not really into the scene, as my work keeps me busy. But tonight I am here just like everyone else hoping to have some fun. How about you?" I boldly asked now, figuring why not?
"Very cool. Well I'm normally not into daddies but maybe older brothers tonight." He winked at me, and was definitely a size queen.
"Let me buy you a drink. I'm Devin" I offered.
"Sure, that's fine. Hi Devin, I'm Eli. Nice to meet you."
He shook my hand, his limp hand shake fit the mold.
He wanted some pink girly-like mixed drink, so of course I bought it for him and ordered a seven and seven for myself. We talked for a bit as he rambled on a bit too much about him and his two friends that he came with. All that was going through my brain was getting him in bed.
Finally after the third drink my questions got bolder, turning to our sexual likes and dislikes.
"So Eli, what makes you feel good, besides your pink drink?" I asked, taking a drink of my whiskey and seven-up. He laughed and sheepishly smiled, clearly losing his inhibition by whatever it was in his drink.
"It's a pink lemonade margarita and it's soooo good!" he winked at me taking a drink from the half empty glass. "Do you want a sip?"
"No, I'm good. So what else do you like?"
He looked down at the bulge in my black jeans, that was seemingly getting bigger by the moment. He didn't have to say another word.
"Well I'm the type that likes to be in charge." I told him. I'm not into games, I get down to business and call it good. Does that present a problem for you?" He shook his head no that it did not.
"We can go to my place if you would like. I live alone. It's not far from here. Did you drive here?"
"No I rode with my friends." and then after a bit of a pause to contemplate his next move, he smiled and winked at me. "I'll tell them we're leaving."
Soon we were on the way to my house, a short fifteen minute drive from the bar.
He was obviously feeling no pain from the three or four pink lemonade margaritas I bought for him. We got into the house and after some small talk, I led him to my room.
I'm a neat person. I'm not messy and I'm quite meticulous about how I keep my house. Eli recognized the cleanliness of the house and was quite impressed.
Generally, as a dom I'd much rather play cat and mouse with my catch. It's much more exciting that way. But tonight there was a need and desire for release. It had been way too long since the last time and I'm not one to take care of it on my own.
My real concern was that my window of opportunity with Eli would soon be closing as his buzz wore off and then he'd probably pass out on the bed. As horny as I was, there's no way I'd take advantage of someone that's not coherent, unconscious, or doesn't consent.
I led him by his hand into the bedroom, and as I sat on the bed, I told him where to stand, three feet away from me.
"Take your shirt off." I instructed him. He did as he was told.
"Now your shoes, then your socks. Slowly." Once again he did as he was told.
"Take your pants off, slowly." I sat on the edge of the bed now watching him slowly strip. He was wearing a pair of Calvin Klein black bikini briefs that definitely accentuated his small firm ass, and his legs were mostly smooth, probably from him shaving them. Now I was hoping that he would be smooth all over.
"Turn around, let me see your ass." In his briefs it looked perfect. My cock was getting hard now and dripping.
"Slowly pull your panties down." I loved teasing the fuck out of twinks like him, degrading him. If he wanted to act like a girl, I'll treat him like one.
"Let me see you wiggle that ass." He obliged, playing along perfectly and now I wanted him so badly.
With his shorts now at his ankles I told him to slowly turn back around to face me. Just as I expected, no pubes, shaved smooth as could be. A smallish thin uncut cock that looked to be only about three or four inches in length was rigid and pointing straight out above a smooth full sack.
I pulled my tight royal blue under armor polo shirt over my head to reveal my hairy, muscular chest, product of many hours and days spent at the gym. He gasped when he saw my chest but stayed where I had told him to stay.
"Come here. You can touch my chest; I can see you want to." He nodded his head and it was obvious as his cock looked like it was getting harder and bigger.
Nervously, his clammy soft hand reached for my left nipple, making it taut as he played with it gently. Now he reached for the right nipple, pinching it gently making my cock jump in my briefs.
"Undo my belt and unbutton my jeans." I instructed him. Slowly he moved his hands down to my belt, undoing it, then unbuttoned the button.
"Unzip them and take them off." He did as he was told.
"Now my socks." He took my socks off, revealing my size twelve feet. I pushed him further.
"Kiss the tops of my feet." Once again, he did as he was told.
"Now my legs." He followed suit and was now kissing my legs like every two inches up to my bulging gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs that had a noticeable wet spot about the size of a half dollar. As he got to the bottom of my briefs I told him to put his mouth on the wet spot and start sucking.
Looking down at this twink doing as he was told I was getting hornier by the second. Feeling his hot mouth trying to suck me through my briefs was about ready to push me over the edge. I looked down and saw a stream of precum reaching from his cock to the rug on the hardwood floor beneath him.
"Stop now." I told him as I was closer than I wanted to be. He pulled away and looked up at me with his brown puppy dog eyes.
"Pull my briefs down. I know you want to see your prize for the night, right?" He nodded his head and as he pulled my briefs down to reveal a thick black patch of pubes that covered the root of my almost nine inch long, thick cock, he moaned at the sight of what would soon be giving him what he lusted for.
"Take them off." He took them off and wanted to suck me in the worst way. "Not yet." I told him. "You have to beg for it."
"Please sir, can I suck your beautiful cock?" he now was into it, playing the part perfectly.
"Suck my hairy balls first until I tell you to stop." I instructed him. Without hesitation, he dove in and licked and sucked on my bigger than average sized balls in my full sack with expertise for close to five minutes. My cock was dripping into his dark brown shoulder length hair, turning me on even more.
"Now suck it." I told him, making sure that he went slowly. I did not want to come just yet. He was only taking about two inches in which really wasn't doing it for me. So when he pulled off to catch his breath, I grabbed him by his hair and forced him down until he almost gagged, then pulled him back off. We did this several times until his throat got over the gag reflex. Slowly I inched most of it in his mouth until his chin touched my saliva covered sack, pulling him off just before he passed out from lack of oxygen.
"That's a good boy. You're doing great, pleasing your bro. Now take it all the way down until your nose touches my pubes." He took a deep breath and sure enough as he got close, I pulled him close to me and held him there a few seconds as his nose touched my pubes. When he came up for air, he coughed a couple of times as a two or three strings of saliva stretched out from his mouth to the head of my hard wet cock, more spit and saliva was running down his chin to his hairless chest. I swear my cock got harder at the sight of his struggle.
"Damn boy, your good. Looks like you've earned your prize. Get up on the bed and lay down on your belly. Put that pillow under your belly first before you lay down." I was now primed to fuck this boy good.
I've had some pretty hot twinks before, mostly when I was younger and when I went to Thailand. But this twink was pretty damn good.
"You want my cock, boy?" I told him as I hovered over him, the head of my rigid cock drooling on his butt cheeks as I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Yes, bro, I want your cock in me, please sir." He whimpered almost softly, realizing what was to come.
"You want me to fuck you like a bitch, boy?" he nodded his head yes. "Then ask for it, boy."
"Please sir, fuck me like the bitch that I am."
"What?"
"Sir! Please fuck me like the bitch I am!" He said louder now.
"Again."
"SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE THE BITCH I AM!" he practically yelled, begging me, moving his ass up and down wanting my cock badly.
No sooner did he get the words "fuck me like the bitch I am" out of his mouth did I spit a glob of saliva on his hole and in one motion guided my cock in.... all the way in.
"OH FUCK SIR!" he cried out in pain. "Oh fuck! SIR!" he now wiggled his ass writhing in pain as I quickly buried all of my cock deep inside his bowels until my hairy sack still wet with his saliva was now touching his perineum. He was crying out, but I didn't care. I spit another glob of saliva on my cock as I pulled out, then another on his soon to be tortured tight hole. Back in I went, as he yelped again.
He was so fucking tight that I knew I wouldn't last long. Fortunately though, I had good control of holding off shooting, so as I pulled out and clamped down on my sphincter muscles, the urge to blow my load deep inside this twink's ass subsided and like a lion back on its prey, I climbed back on and slowly resumed riding his ass. Finally he was relaxed enough to enjoy the ride.
"Oh fuck yeah sir, that feels so good. Please ride my ass sir. Please fuck me good."
Now he was begging for it. "You like that cock, bitch?" I growled in his ear, pulling his hair and head up as I asked him again. "You love that cock, don't you fucking little bitch!"
"Yes SIR, I love that cock. Please fuck me hard. Harder sir!"
Fuck him harder is just what I did. He was whimpering and almost crying, writhing in pleasure and pain. Several times he tried to pull away from me but with strong muscular arms and hands I held him in his place, my hands on his shoulders pulling him back to me as I ground away balls deep.
Time to change positions. I wanted to see his face. Pulling out, I rolled him on his back, tossing the pillow aside.
Normally, kissing is not part of my routine. Not sure why, but just before I thrust my dripping cock back inside his used hole, I bent over and drove my tongue deep inside his willing mouth, tasting the remnants of the girly drink he had at the bar.
"You want that cock again, bitch?" I growled at him again.
"Yes sir, please I want your huge cock inside me again."
"Say it louder." I commanded.
"Please SIR, FUCK ME with that big, massive cock NOW."
I pulled back, spit on glob on his hairless balls that slowly ran down to his now tortured hole as I drove my cock back inside him, all the way in. Watching him moan and writhe in pain and in pleasure was putting me so close to the edge now.
Once again as the edge of no return came closer, I pulled out, clenched my muscles, stemming off the urge to shoot all over this twink's hairless chest or flood his ass with my massive load.
He reached down to grab his tiny cock and started stroking himself.
I pushed his hand away and told him to not touch himself until I told him to.
"You want this cock again; then don't you dare touch yourself until I tell you to."
"Sorry sir, yes sir." He whimpered.
I lifted him up a little and pulled his thin smooth legs up higher, giving me the perfect position to finish what I'd started. I spit another glob onto his abused hole, and in one motion drove it in again to the hilt.
"Oh FUCK sir, that feels so good. Please FUCK ME hard!" he was begging me now, as holding him up with his legs against my chest and his feet near my head, the angle of penetration was perfect for the massive head of my cock to hit his boy spot right on.
With perfect balance and muscle control, I held on to him as I gave him what he wanted, touching that spot making his cock drool like a leaky faucet. He was close, and as much as I didn't really care about him coming or not, the movement of his orgasm would be all I needed to blow my four week load.
And move he did as he was begging me to pound him. With my left hand I reached down and smeared his dick drool all over the swollen pink head, pulling the tight foreskin back before I grabbed his small cock and gave it a couple of strokes, which was all he needed. I pulled my hand away as his cock started shooting rope after rope of cum all over his chest, his face and the pillow as he writhed in pleasure, literally howling like a little bitch in heat as the wave of his orgasm resonated through his ass, which drove me over the edge as well.
"OH YES SIR, HARDER OHHHHH OWWWW YESSSS!" he was almost screaming now.
"FUCK yeah, you little bitch, that's it, grind on that big cock. I laid him back on the bed and drove hard into him as the wave got so fucking intense that as the dam broke loose, I flooded his abused ass with my massive load, pulling out to shoot five or six ropes on his chest, mixing with his load.
It felt like I came at least a gallon of cum, and the mess sure looked like it. The twink with his abused ass now laid there, spent of his energy basking in the glory of probably one of the best orgasms he'd known, judging by the relaxed look on his face. He was about to fall asleep. I nudged him with my left hand.
"Don't fall asleep. You need to clean up." I told him. Too late. He passed out. Fuck.
I showered quickly, my cock still semi-hard from the great fuck, then laid in bed next to him, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was the best night of sleep I'd had in some time.
In the early morning hours just after sunrise, the sound of the shower reminded me of what transpired the night before. Since I'd fallen asleep naked, the sheet I'd covered myself with was now tenting as my cock was hard and standing tall. I fell back asleep.
It felt like I'd been sleeping for an hour but in reality it was probably just a few minutes. However long it was really didn't matter. What did matter was waking up to find Eli going down on me, sucking me like his life depended on it. He stopped momentarily, looked at me and smiled.
"Good morning Sir, I couldn't help myself, I hope you don't mind." He offered, in a gay tone of voice.
"Keep sucking it like you want it bad, and when I tell you, you're going to climb on." I thought he would disagree, but instead smiled and almost too eagerly told me "Thank you Sir." He was an expert cock sucker and was doing a great job alternating between my cock and hairy sack. Precum leaked from the head as he sucked my balls with vigor.
"Now. Get up on my cock now, bitch." I commanded him. In an instant, he pulled his briefs off, spit on my cock and put some on his hole. In one swift motion, he lowered himself down until I felt his hot ass cheeks on my balls.
Once again his cock was rock hard and pointing straight out as he rode me like a cowgirl rides a stallion. Grinding away at the right pace and motion, he positioned himself to take advantage of my thick swollen cock head. He was whimpering yet enjoying the fuck out of impaling himself on my cock.
"Fuck yes, sir! I love riding your big cock! You're so big, bro! Oh my gaawwwddd!!! He practically screamed as he blew his load all over my chest without touching himself. When he finished, I rolled him over on his back and continued to fuck him just as hard as I did last night.
"Think you can get off before me, huh?" I hissed at him. "Well hold on for the ride, you little bitch. If you're lucky I'll make you come again." He looked like he didn't know if he should smile or cry in fear of getting his brains fucked out.
So yeah, I rode him so fucking hard. He was practically in tears, especially when I took him doggy style on the bed. My balls were slapping against his, and he tried to get away from me several times, but of course I pulled him back. When I felt like it was getting dry, instead of spitting on my cock or in his hole again, I spun him around and before he had time to think, I shoved my cock inside his mouth, which was such a fucking turn on. He sucked me for about thirty seconds before I pulled out and resumed punishing his abused hole.
It didn't take long for either of us before we both shot our loads; my load went deep inside his hole, his second load shot all over my bed sheets. He was so worn out that he collapsed in his mess, his abused hole dripping remnants of my load down on his drained balls.
"Looks like you need another shower." I muttered to him as I walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He was sitting on the toilet when I finished, so I left the water on for him. I offered to take him home, but since he lived with his mother and sisters, which was no surprise, he had his friends from last night come to pick him up. We didn't hug, shake hands or do anything other than an exchange of good byes. I gave him my number and watched him walk out of the house to his friend's car with a noticeable walk of someone with a very sore ass.
Several weeks went by and I did not hear from Eli again. It was somewhat surprising, since he was obviously a size queen who loved and worshipped big cocks like mine. Work kept me busy as it took at least four weeks to get adjusted to working during the day instead of sleeping all day.
It wasn't really bad working during the day. I took advantage of the time at night to reconnect with some old friends, have some drinks and even hung out at the bar a couple of Saturday nights, perhaps hoping to see if Eli was there again or if there were any other cute boys that needed a good fucking.
But to no avail, neither happened.
So in need of release again, while scrolling through the available gay dating apps to use on my phone, I boldly downloaded one of the more popular apps, created a profile and scrolled through the pictures and profiles of everyone around my area. I opted not to put my face picture on my profile at first. Since I'm closeted, it seemed like the best idea to not get seen by anyone who might know me, even if they might have their suspicions about me. Like it's any of their business anyway, I suppose.
On my profile I was pretty specific of what I was looking for: a twink in his early to mid-twenties, thin, into pup play and begging to be dominated by a master with a big dick. Yeah, I got a lot of inquiries, mostly wanting to see pictures of my cock. I told them to fuck off unless they sent me a pick of themselves first.
The reality of it was that yeah, finding Eli again was my goal.
It didn't happen.
And so once again I focused my energy on work, putting in at least fifty-five hours a week on average. Since my work bench was located along an aisle, people were constantly passing by on their way to another area of the shop. While it was a distraction, it gave me the opportunity to see some of the new, young and definitely hot guys walk by.
Most of them, if not all were professionals, of course and were not all that interesting. HOWEVER, a couple in particular were quite interesting indeed. Since I didn't know their names, I would just look up and smile if they looked at me. Most didn't. Due to having a coworker in the bench behind me, It would have been a dead giveaway if I stared too long or made an obvious move to be too overly friendly to one of them.
But there was one guy who walked by at least four times a day. I never could read his name tag to find out who he was. Going through the company directory didn't yield any results either. Oh yeah, he looked a lot like Eli but looked like he was built a little better with a nice bubble butt, a smooth face, and like Eli, it looked like he didn't have much.
One morning on break while eating a bagel with cream cheese and drinking a cup of coffee, I logged on to the app without really thinking too much about it. The first person that came up online was a picture-less profile whose location was less than one hundred feet from my location. Since the building was the only building around for at least a quarter of a mile, I knew it had to be someone in this building.
"Fuck" I thought to myself. I wanted to log off quickly, but since my profile was blank as well, only my physical description and what I was looking for was on my profile, so I felt like I was safe. Boldly after looking around to make sure no one was going to come to sit at my table, I looked at his profile description.
Age: 23. Seeks older. Position: Sub bottom. HT/WT: 5'7", 135. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Likes: Dom tops. Into big c*cks.
Perfect. I saved his profile, quickly logged off, finished my bagel and went back to work.
As I walked back to my work station, thoughts of who this hot young guy could be would not leave my mind. Every young guy that met that description who walked by could be him, but no one looked right. If only he had a picture.
The week came to an end, finishing up another fifty-five hour work week. Despite being tired, I had enough energy to get back to my nightly work out sessions at the gym. There was plenty of eye candy there, and I made it a point to change into my black and neon green jock strap and workout clothes in the locker room, not being shy about who saw me.
And yeah, there were always a few who looked. It didn't bother me. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I got used to parading around the locker rooms naked when I was younger, since my cock was usually the bigger than any of the pencil dicks in school.
But despite my lack of modesty, no one showed interest. So I focused on getting back in shape, and within two weeks of going every night after work, I felt much better, and was super horny.
Friday night at home relaxing, I logged on to the app. I could see who'd looked at my profile. No one looked interesting, so I perused the available profiles near me. Nobody interesting until I found the blank profile of the twenty three year old sub guy whose profile I'd seen at work. Surprisingly, he was less than two miles from me.
What surprised me even more was that he'd updated his profile. Instead of being blank with only the number 23 on his profile, it now read J-pup 23.
Holy fuck.
He was into pup play, or so it seemed.
Before jumping to conclusions, I thought to myself "What have I got to lose?" I sent him a message:
< Hey, nice profile. You sound hot.
To my surprise, moments later he responded.
< thanks. Um, you too.
This one usually killed the conversation, but I had to ask:
< U into older guys?
He wrote back
< how old
Had to be honest in my response:
< 42
After a prolonged silence with no response, I was about ready to log off when he responded back.
< maybe. Got a pic
< yeah, you send first, boy. And I don't want to see your dick. Face, or mask would be better.
I waited. Another prolonged silence with no response. Ten minutes went by. He had logged off.
Fuck. I showered with cold water, since my raging hard on would not go away. And like I said before, I don't jerk off. I had some juice to drink and decided to go to bed. About an hour later my phone buzzed as a notification from the app came in. I didn't bother checking it since most of them were from blank profiles asking for pics of my dick.
The following morning after eating a breakfast bagel and cream cheese with a cup of coffee, I opened the app to find a message from J-pup 23.
He had sent me a pic of himself wearing a blue and black puppy mask and was shirtless, a smooth slightly muscular upper chest. He had a black studded collar on, a dog tag that had his name on it: J-pup. He was looking up at whoever took the picture, and his big hazel eyes sure looked like puppy dog eyes. My cock got instantly hard.
He was not online, but I sent him a reply right away:
< You're hot. Love the pic. Let's talk. Message me when you can.
I waited, but nothing. Logging out of the app, I turned off notifications and started my day.
I couldn't stop thinking about J-pup, pondering my next move. I knew he'd want to see a picture of me. There was no way he'd get to see my face, since we both worked in the same building. Despite the place being more open and gay friendly, the idea of being out at work was something I wasn't ready to do just yet.
So I found a picture taken several years ago by an ex. I was wearing my black and neon green pup mask, a green and black harness, my hairy muscular chest visible, as well as the same black and neon green full jock strap. My name tag that was attached to my black studded leather collar just had the first letter of my name, D.
I loaded the picture on to the app, thought about changing my profile picture to reflect the change, but then figured fuck it, and left my profile page blank. Instead I changed the description adding to the end of what I was looking for to say that a pic was available upon request. I turned my notifications back on. And to be fair, I sent my pic to him in return.
It worked.
About an hour later I got a notification, logged on and it was from J-pup 23
< thanks u r hot too hairy chests really turn me on
He was online so I responded back.
< great. Interested in meeting? I'm horny as fuck.
He logged off. Damn. Sometimes twinks are so fucking frustrating.
I decided to go to the gym to get my Saturday work out done. My sexual energy was at an all-time high, evident as I changed into my jock and shorts that it was all I could do to keep from getting hard. It didn't help that a couple of twink muscle boys who were not gay were parading around the locker room with their shirts off showing off their muscles taking selfies of themselves posing in front of the mirror. They looked at me and quickly looked away when they glanced down to see my prominent bulge.
My workout focused on my upper body and core muscles mainly, taking close to an hour and a half to complete. I felt better than I'd felt in quite a while and was quite content to be on my new schedule, knowing that feeling healthy was probably best for me in the long run, especially working as many hours as my current schedule required. Most of all was the idea that I could once again start to see my six pack abs alive.
After showering and getting dressed in the open area of the locker room, garnering a few peaks from some of the younger guys, I left the gym. When I got to the car, I logged on to the app. Sure enough, I got a response from J-pup 23.
< yeah, same here horny asf message me u host?
Of course I planned on hosting. The toy shop in my basement was ready.
Since I knew that he checked out my profile the same morning that I first saw his while we were at work, I knew that he knew how close we were to each other that morning, meaning there was a great chance that we worked in the same building. So boldly I put it out there.
< yeah I can host. You know we work at the same place, right?
Silence for about a half hour. He was still online.
< yes and discretion is important to me
Good. We both felt the same way. As much as I'd like to have a speaking conversation with him, non-verbal communication worked for me. In the beginning, at least. Totally non-conventional, I get it, but it would add to the fun. I replied my approval and agreement:
< Same stay in mask the entire time is great by me.
My heart was beating fast now, the blood rushing to my cock.
< might not speak at all u take charge, right
A perfect scenario for a sub. Absolutely I would take charge. You betcha. My cock, now hard and dripping was about ready to bust out of my shorts.
< Sure. Being non-verbal is cool. What are you into doing?
< open u lead I follow u know what im into its in my prof.
We then exchanged messages in greater length about what parameters we would establish, and what a safe word or signal would let me know what would be too much for him. I ensured him that I'd take it reasonably easy at first, as long as he knew that I am the alpha.
He agreed. Then nothing from him for almost an hour. I thought he'd got scared and ran off. But at least he didn't block me. Finally a notification and a message:
< address?
I gave him my address.
< time?
Told him 8 pm and to wear a hoodie, hood up over his head. It would be dark by then. Under the cover of darkness it is better for wearing a mask when walking up to someone's house, especially for the first time.
< u'll be in a mask at the door, right?
< Yup.
< K, 8 pm.
Holy fuck. This was going to be fun.