For Rex. A talented writer, and a damn sexy guy.
My Biker
I'm a gym body and nice looking face, type guy. And a cute ass is always good. That's about it. Well, why not? I'm flippin handsome, masculine, and I have a great body. And I've either been the top, or 99% so, in any relationship I've ever had. So, I don't usually respond to a profile with a hardon as the lead pic. I mean, if that's what you think your best feature is...
But... I have to admit... it was a great looking dick. And, I was thinking maybe, just maybe, I wanted a change.
I've been going on dating, or really, hook up, sites, on and off, for like geez.. ten years now. Ten years? Omg. Am I getting old! Anyway, it was kinda a great looking pic. So, I read his profile, "Masculine Man seeks another". Nice. I read on. "I'm an Alpha male. Be good with that." Wow. Direct, authoritative. Kinda hot. Said he was a biker. He didn't say a whole hell of a lot else. Except he had my key words -- White, cut, DDF. And top. I was intrigued.
He answered my message. Nice. He was kinda cool. Definetely had a direct, authoritative attitude. And, I must admit, that's hot. He made very clear that he was an Alpha male. He was certainly assertative. But, he did have a nice way about him, too. Or was that just my dick talking?
We chatted back and forth for a while. Nothing too intense. We both said we weren't interested in just a hook up. Wanted something potentially longer. I started thinking, geez; Is this guy real, and pretty great? Is there a possibility for a relationship here? Or does this guy just want to chat with someone online. I wanted to see if this connection had any legs. I told him I had some interest in possibly meeting. Then, he says, "You need to know, I like to be the "Man" in the relationship". Wow. Was he so insecure that he wanted to be sure that I knew he was a top? Or something else? I told him, I'm ok with him wanting to only be the top. No biggy.
But he went on to explain it was way more than just that. Really?
He explained, he was attracted to masculine guys. But, he was a true "Alpha" and that was non-negotiable. He said he thought I was a "beta boi" and that I liked to be treated as such. I remember thinking, holy crap; but also being totally turned on. This guy was reading me something crazy, and my dick was super hard. He went on. "When you're with me, you'll be wearing panties, or something else that's feminine, and sexy for me; all the time you're with me. If, and if, we have a sleep over, you'll be wearing something sexy to bed. And you'll sleep in it all night. Like some sexy lingerie or something." "Does that turn you on, baby?" Baby? Holy Fuck. Turn me on? This guy had me at... "wear something sexy for me". Ha.
Baby just kinda sends me. Don't know why.
I wasn't completely sure what was happening. I mean, I was getting turned on something fierce, by this guy. But, "lingerie"? Seriously? How could I have ever thought that was hot? And agreed to it? But damn, I did, and this whole thing this guy was dictating had me hotter and hornier than I've been in a really long time. I've never had the slightest interest in fem guys, guys in drag. Nothing like that. No interest dressing in drag for Halloween even. Thought it was kinda dull. I mean, that's all fine. I don't care. It's just not of any interest to me. I've always only been attracted to masculine guys. And I'm a masculine guy. A good looking, athletic, masculine guy. And I like it, and I do it very well. Ha. Conceited, sure, maybe. But at least I definitely know myself, I thought.
He sent me additional pics of his great looking dick. Like he had to? Don't think so. Lol. It really was impressive. I mean really. I still couldn't figure this whole thing out. I was incredibly attracted to this guy, and the pics of his dick; and all we did so far, was exchange emails? WTF? I was super jazzed, big time. And, I'm not a 22 year old Mormon that just arrived in West Hollywood yesterday.
Things definitely progressed. Just email. But none the less. He got more assertive, more "Alpha", if that's even possible. We transitioned to texting. A nice step. But he still hadn't asked to meet. I started thinking, ok, it figures, just an online fantasy guy. Ok. Its like super hot. And I'm really liking the exchanging of texts, but I guess, that's all it is. I figured, If he is such "the man" in this, then, isn't he supposed to be the one to ask me to meet? Isn't that his "role"? I mean, I've been going along with this whole, "I'm the Alpha Man in this relationship, and you're "my baby beta boi", (who wears panties for his man)," thing, so I let him continue to play his "role", and control the lead, and direction. Heck, it has certainly turned me on, so far. I didn't want to upset things. But, will things develop further?
He continued on with his Alpha style, telling me about how he would, "feed me his big fat dick". And asking if I'd like that. Like it? Fuck. "Yeah, I'd like it". When? Ha. But, I wouldn't ask that. I'd just say, "it sounded hot". That's all. I didn't want this fantasy to end by me doing something stupid like telling him, "ok then, let's just meet". And then risk him disappearing. I was enjoying this way too much. Heck, its not like I had anything else going, right now. And if it ever did get further... geez... I'm not sure what I would do, now. This whole situation, his attitude, the way he talked to me... the way he made me feel.... Damn hot. Not something I've done before. Sure, I told him I'd play the beta, in fem clothes, in the relationship. But this hasn't been anything but digital. So far.
He had become very authoritative and very masculine acting even more so, with me, in every exchange now. But he never had even a slight cruel or mean streak about him. I was keenly alert for that. I was trying to figure this all out. Trying to figure him out. I mean, who talks like this? I thought, maybe, this guy is one of those self hating homos that end up beating up a gay guy he has an encounter with. Just to protect his "manhood". But, kinda the opposite. Yeah, he was an Alpha, definetely; and he talked to me like I was his "baby beta boi"; but damn, he was as nice and flattering to me, as he was masculine and assertive. By now, every time his name came up on my phone... I got hard. Holy crap. What the hell?
He told me he wanted me in panties, thigh highs, and heels. He told me it would be very hot. And very sexy. He said I'd feel sexy dressed like that, for him. My head was swimming. He asked me if I would like that. Like it? Hmmm... If he saw the amount of pre I was producing, right then, untouched, he'd have his answer. Ha. But I stumbled out, "Yeah", obviously. No doubt here.
He told me, "I knew you would baby". "Now I want you dressed like that the next time we chat, ok?" "Yeah". Absolutely ok.
I couldn't get over the effect this guy had on me. Unreal. I found myself thinking about him, his pics, how he thought of me, how he talked to me, how he referred to me, all the time. I re-read his texts multiple times. He was a fricken Stud. At this point, I almost didn't care if I ever actually met him in person. This was like the best porn, the best Nifty story ever. And it just kept going!
My mind constantly tried to make sense of this whole thing. To understand how the heck I could be experiencing these feelings of being super turned on, with a guy who talks to me, treats me, like his, "baby beta boy", dressed up in women's clothes? It was strange. To say the least.
He didn't demean me, or try to humiliate me. He just seemed to speak matter of factly. He was very clear, "This is who I am, and this is who you are. Are we good?" Damn. It seemed good. Ha. Real good. Having him in control, taking the lead, wow, he did it amazingly well. Yeah, I'm good with however you want me. Fucking Stud.
So, there I was, dressed all sexy. For him. Just like he had asked. (Good thing he didn't ask me to dress like a slut and hang on a corner downtown. Cause at this point, I'm not sure if I wouldn't. Ha. But fuck, I didn't want him to know that.) And, he texts. Just like he said he would. Damn. I have to admit. I was feeling super hot, and super sexy. He seemed to love it, too. He said he liked the fact that I was all turned on. He called me, "Princess". He asked if I liked being his, "baby girl". Princess? Girl? Up to this point, nobody has really used that exact word before. But yeah, I guess the "girl" implication was there all along. And having him text that, specifically, well, my dick got so hard, it hurt. So, what else could I say, but, "Yeah, I like it. A lot." I'm not even sure if that was me speaking, or my dick, that said that. But it surely was said. He replied, "Good, baby, I knew you would. You're a natural. I think I'm going to pick out a more feminine name to call you. Would you like me to do that?" What? A girl's name? I was so turned on by this guy, at this point, I couldn't see straight. Ha. I think I agreed. I can't really remember it all. I'm fairly sure 75% of the blood in my entire body was trying to get into my dick right about then. So then, the next thing I hear is, "Brittany. Yeah, calling you Brittany will sound nice when I'm pounding my big dick up your boi pussy." Holy crap. This guy is fuckin hot.
As I was trying to absorb this whole "Brittany" conversation. He then asks me, "Now what are you gonna call me, baby?" I admit I was still a bit kinda fogged. Things were moving fast. Super-hot, and fast. The whole thing hadn't completely sunk in. But I knew this much... I couldn't possibly be more fucking turned on than what this guy had me right then. And I didn't want him to stop. So, really, not completely thinking it through, just wanting to go along with whatever the hell this fucking sex stud is saying, I replied, "What would you like me to call you?" He said, "I asked you, baby". Oh... Now I think I got it... My brain was beginning to function again. "Can I call you, "Daddy"?" "Good girl. I like that. How do you like that, baby?" "Yeah. I like it. I think it fits. Its hot". "That's good. Good job baby."
This guy has found, and pushed, every button I think I have. And we've only emailed and texted. Fuck. And, I think he maybe even created some new buttons! I seriously couldn't get over what the fuck this guy was doing to me. I've dated a bunch of guys. Some major hotties. None of them had ever had me as turned on, in person, naked, during actual sex, than this guy had me... over the fucking phone, texting!
Can I be head over heels? Over heels, literally? Ha.
I read and re-read that last text exchange so many times, I about got callouses. Lol
We had a few brief texts after that. Nothing much. He kept saying work was really busy. I began to think, well, this must have run its' course. It will be nothing more than what it's already been. It peaked. Either he never had any intention to meet. Or I'm just boring him now. Or he met someone. Whatever. It was an experience. Super fun. Incredibly hot. And sexy. And definetely opened my eyes to a side of me I never knew was there; and thoughts and feelings I never dreamed of.
The dynamic this guy had set up was unbelievable for me. I could never have imagined that I would be so turned on, and attracted by the attitude, and words from a guy like this. But here I was. Thinking about him, and super hard, again. I've always known the psychological side to sex can be just as hot, if not hotter than the physical side. But damn, I've never dreamed it could be to this extent. We've never even been in the same room together! Yet.
Then, one Monday morning while I was still wondering if it really had run its course. He texts. Of course, he got me hard before I could finish reading his text that said, "Hey". We chatted briefly. Mostly about him being an Alpha, his big dick, and me being a Princess. I was flippin enamored. Hell, I don't think catnip has this affect on cats. Anyway, he asks, "What's your schedule like today? I get off at 2." I'm thinking, fuck. Is this it? Damn. There's no way I'm saying anything but, "yeah, I'm free then". He said, "great, how about we meet at your place?" I thought for a split second. Yeah, I'm super turned on by this guy, and I've been waiting for this for like, ever, but there are way too many online dating stories that feature a corpse. So, at the risk of disappointing him, and bringing this whole thing to a crashing ending; but also potentially saving my neck, I said, "how about we meet at a public place near my house, first?" He said, "sure, baby". Didn't hesitate. Impressive. We picked a coffee shop by my house.
He said, "I'll be on my bike." Nice.
I got there early, of course. He texted and said he was on his way. Thoughtful.
I saw a biker ride into the parking lot. I was certain that was him. I got up from the table, and left the coffee shop. And proceeded to walk towards where he parked. As I did, I realized I was incredibly nervous. Really nervous. I walked up to him. Wow. The motorcycle. Boots. Jeans. Silver chains. Tattoos. Black glasses. A mustache and goatee. This is the guy that called me, "baby girl". And I called him, "Daddy". Face to face. I was having a difficult time trying to absorb it all. We both said, "hi". Shook hands. Yeah, ridiculously nervous. I think he had already realized it, but I told him anyway. I was "super nervous". He probably saw me shaking. Ha. I can't really explain my reaction. I didn't understand it. But there I was. I felt as smitten, and as nervous, as a little school girl, standing in front of this masculine "Alpha" biker. How appropriate. Lol
I was fairly certain I couldn't go any further than standing and talking in the parking lot.
We chatted for a few minutes. He said, "hey, no problem. I understand. We'll just have this as a meet and greet. And we'll try again next time". He understood? Hell, I didn't even understand. He was a gentleman the whole time. I can't explain it any other way. A gentleman. I couldn't get over how decent he was. I told him if I had rode over to meet a guy, for sex, and he pulled some, "Sorry, I'm too nervous", on me, I certainly wouldn't be reacting as nicely as he was. He assured me it was no problem. A gentleman. Amazing.
He said, "let's just talk again, and meet another time". Unreal. He's really something. I said, "great".
We both said "bye", shook hands. I watched as he rode away. I felt like crap.
I drove home thinking, impressive. He was super nice and decent, considering I wussed out. And I appreciated him not calling me an asshole or something, for not going through with it. But, I thought, I'd probably never hear from him again. I wouldn't, if I were him. I was pretty mad at myself, though. I've never been like that before.
I wasn't home an hour, and he texted. Again, impressive. Surprising, but impressive. He asked how I was. Assured me again that all was good. Then he proceeded to tell me, "go put on your panties, thigh highs, and heels, and jerk off your little boi cock, thinking of me". Fuck. He didn't need to tell me twice.
This guy got me from being super nervous, and feeling like crap about it, to being super turned on and shooting a huge load, in like nothing flat. Incredible. Hot. Amazing. What a Man.
My Biker.
I can't wait till the next time he asks to meet. I guaranteed myself there would be no more nervousness. All gone. Its going to be fucking hot. Can't wait.
Chris Free