Joseph by OneSybaris@hotmail.com
All the usual disclaimers apply. If you are a minor by the legal standards of the country where you are reading this, leave now! The following story contains descriptions of consensual homosexual acts. If you find this offensive, morally reprehensible, not to your liking, feel free to leave.
This is a true story. Names have been slightly changed to protect the innocent and I have intentionally refrained from pointing out any location whatsoever. Unlike most of the stories on 'Nifty', this one was written in hope that its main protagonist may stumble over it and reestablish a contact lost quite some time ago. If you manage to successfully identify the places and the time frame, chances are - you are Joseph!
The prospect of my new summer job was something to look forward to. I have always liked traveling and decided I'd give it a try. Besides being barely 18 left me with enough time to change my mind later, if I did not hit it right. Europe has always been the place for it. Little research, few phone calls and several applications later, I landed a job I thought would be the right one to start with.
Being on the go meant I had to part with my buddies for 4-5 months during that summer and that was a major drawback. Most guys do not start life-long commitments at that age and I was no exception. The prospect of cruising at odd places I knew little about, hoping to pick up a quick trick was more of a turn down for me than anything else and I wasted no time in trying to hook up via personals. The net was new in those days and first notebooks were probably still sitting on drawing boards waiting to come into production.
Within a fortnight a shower of letters, pics (some very telling, too) landed in my mailbox. Having a month off to settle my affairs before leaving for Europe on my assignment, I sorted my mail and wrote back to all the guys, mostly thanking them for their interest and letters. Some five letters or so caught my attention and I wasted no time in arranging for the dates with three of them. Frankly, I was sure that all that was just a kind of a try but not worth much more than the postage and the stationary I invested.
My first two dates in Europe proved me right. I was happy with my job, the new 'old' world I was exploring, even thrilled with some of the cruising spots I have discovered but all that did little to substitute for the hunks I had to leave behind. Anyway, I was going to meet the last dude on my list, too. Less promising than the first two fakes I met, but someone whose letter sounded cool and honest at the same time.
Joseph was just turning 18, too. The moment I saw him waiting for me in the lounge of one of those old grand European hotels in Eastern Europe where you could stay in those days at a motel rate, I felt the guy was worth all the trouble I had gone through. He was lean and muscular, modestly dressed but strikingly handsome by all standards. Our previous letter exchange had been more factual and practical than anything else. He knew that I was a total top, looking for a total bottom. Again, Europe has been always different: most guys pick their sides and do not flip. And sure, most are bottoms. I tried to be frank, too. Joseph knew I was not looking for anything else but a casual relationship (a quick, hot fuck was more like it) for the few summer months I was away from my buddies back home. And he had a look of a sex starved dude, uncomfortable, if not scarred, getting to meet a stranger in a big city he could not quite call home in those days.
I ordered a round of drinks and we settled comfortably in a quiet corner. Joseph was relaxed all right but did not seem to be much of a talker. He would look at me very briefly, his eyes sparkled and I knew that he was just trying to overcome his shyness. I knew I was going to fuck that dude and make him groan with joy. No one has ever called me shy but I still had a problem asking him to come to my room after having spent barely 5 minutes of what was a tense conversation interrupted by his silence. Reality did not coincide with my perception that time.
My time was running short, too and I felt Joseph deserved more than just a quick run. He spent the better part of the day traveling from his little provincial town to see me and I was now going to make it worth for him. Job always comes first and the whole thing was just going to be wasted, unless either one of us made the first move. Conversation or rather the lack of it was just not helping it.
I said I had to pee, stood up and went to the bathroom. Joseph followed without a single comment never questioning my move. He was hooked and had an air of a puppy that was just following his master, trained and joyful at the same time. I really needed to pee and went for the urinals with Joseph unashamedly staring at my cock protected by the relative privacy of such places.
'Can I suck your cock now, please?' he said without ever raising his eyes to meet mine. 'Yeah' was all I managed to utter before he opened the stall and walked in.
I followed without even bothering to put my cock back into my pants. Joseph was waiting and he sure knew how to give a head. He was deepthroating my uncut eight-incher as if he had trained for it all his young life. I was soon to learn that Joseph hated preliminaries of all kinds. I guess, he was a dream of all the 18-year tops on the continent. He wanted it and he wanted it badly. He never fussed about it and never expected any kind of pretense, foreplay or any play for that matter. He wanted to by fucked, hard and solid for as long as his top could take his superb technique. I was face-fucking him rather mercilessly. And he was grateful for it. His body spoke for him. Joseph would instinctively hold onto my hips whenever he feared I was going to pull my cock out of his hot throat. He was milking my cock as if his life depended on it. My whole body was on fire and yet I was growing totally numb. I knew I had to come soon or pass out.
Sure, I have had guys service my cock since I was 14 and some of them were showing a real talent but no one had ever needed it so badly and no one was coming even close to Joseph's skill. If you ever thought that 'Indecent Proposal' and a million bucks for a shag were far-fetched, Joseph was here to challenge that view.
I shot my best load ever straight into his throat. He kept on as if not even noticing the flooding I was giving him. I held his head pressed onto my crotch with my final shot craving for a brief rest. Joseph quickly raised his eyes and they spoke of gratefulness and joy. Yet, his eyes were hopeful and somewhat begging. He wanted more and I knew that I had finally met my real match.
I was now running almost late and told Joseph I had to go but would be back after dinner. Joseph gave no reaction to this but grabbed the room key I was about to hand him. Sure, he was a man of few words.
Few hours later, I got back to my hotel room and found Joseph naked in my bed. I was going to offer him a drink or whatever but he spoke as soon as he saw me: "I need you to fuck me now, please!"
He was spreading his legs invitingly and I felt that this was the worst possible time to strike a conversation. I always felt ready and willing to fuck a hot ass and was having a ball ever since I realized that a few guys were as willing to get fucked into insanity, as I was willing to give them a good pounding. Shy guys rarely turned me on and I too, hated preliminaries but this was almost too good to be true.
Joseph was expecting me. He had some lube in his chute and probably played with it for a while. The sight of his lean muscular legs spreading gave me an instant hard-on I dropped my pants and slid my ram into his arsehole without giving it a second thought. Yeah, Joseph was hot and ready. His body was running its very own program. He synchronized his moves to my pounding and I was determined to give him a fuck he was not going to forget that soon.
Being a top usually meant that I had to lead my bottom to a stage when he would spread out his legs and lay there for me to fuck him. I always enjoyed the sight of another male, receptive and waiting to be fucked. It signaled that the guy was giving in and that I was in full control to raise his legs onto my shoulders and fuck him for whatever he was worth. Joseph has never entertained such ideas. He wanted his end of the bargain and I was only thrilled to make sure he understood I was going to give him the ride he would never get enough of.
I was just warming up when the first beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and abs. Joseph was fully concentrating on our mutual pleasure and I could see that every heavy shove I gave him forced all his muscles into small twitches. I was not going to change anything. I was giving him those slow heavy shoves that made his prostate stir with pleasure and I was pulling out my rod all the way only to shove it in as hard as our bodies would take the love-thrusts. Joseph was slowly turning ecstatic.
He opened his eyes, looked at me and said: "I feel your cock pounding at my throat!"
I thought this was my time to remain silent and show him that I was gladly playing his game. I was nowhere near bursting my jism into his arse. Several years of intensive yoga every morning thought me much about the self-control. Besides, this was not about fucking. This was about who was going to call the shots. If he could make me cumm as he wished, I was going to be his game. If he was going to ask for a change of position or a break, that would mean that I could give more than he could take and that he would have to submit to me or pack up and get out of here. We never spoke about all this but there was an amazing degree of understanding about all this. This was not lovemaking. This was a game. I was determined to be the one who calls the shots and he was trying to make sure that he was going to get the male fucker who was worth of everything he had to give.
I carried on with my pounding knowing well that he was not going to last for very long. Joseph was a well-endowed boy with a 7-inch fat cock and he never touched his cock that was now dripping with precum and was about to explode. Forcing him to cumm now would have been an easy way out. I knew he was getting alarmed and I was banking on it. Joseph must have thought that my forcing him to cumm by brutally pounding his arse would have been worse than asking for a break of some kind.
"You are splitting me apart. Can we have a break?" was what Joseph uttered shortly as if reading my mind.
"Nope, you wanted a fuck and now you are getting it. If you want me to change the position, I'll do that for you."
I saw that Joseph was frightened, amazed and delighted at the same time. He was getting my message loud and clear. And he felt thrilled with it. He was being fucked for the first time by someone who was at least one number bigger than he was and sure, he was loving it.
I turned him around quickly and without ever asking for his consent. He was now on all four and I entered him from behind, doggy style. By this time, he was sweating profusely and I was impaling him on my hard rod. Joseph was heavily salivating now and I was gently massaging his lower abdomen making sure that he did not get hold of his cock and shoot his load. I knew I was going to fuck this dude into total submission and I was now winning this game.
Joseph was breathing heavily. He was coming to the end of his powers. His arse must have been sore and was now producing a steady stream of slimy liquid, which was dripping from my condom as I was still pounding his hot arse. I increased my speed and Joseph was biting the pillow in front of him.
I was kneading his nipples now and Joseph was on fire. Using the very last atoms of strength in his body, he turned his beautiful head full of black hair and said:
"Please, do whatever pleases you! I'll do anything you want me to!"
"OK, I like to hear this. It seems we now understand each other!"
I gave Joseph my final barrage and he came in gushes. Just before I was about to cumm, I pulled my rod out of his hot ass, peeled of my condom and came into his throat.
Joseph got to know me.
Dear Joseph, If you happen to read this, drop me a line. Would love to meet you again. (D)