The last time I wrote I had just discovered sex through the internet. But, I still had no idea what I was doing. It wasn't until college when I discovered gay.com that things really took off.
It was my freshman year and I was away from my parents. At 19, I had gotten taller but not much wiser or mature. I still looked and acted like a 15-year-old. I traded my huge jeans for a more preppy look that suited my slim frame. I learned relatively quickly a nice pair of jeans showed off my small ass and large package.
Once online, I was amazed by the number of guys in my city and near my college looking for sex. I thought to myself there is no point jacking off furiously while my roommate was English class. I could just go get laid.
It was one night I met an older man named Eric. He had travelled the world and had some interesting tales of times he spent overseas and plowing underage guys. Rather than list off the legal issues in his stories, I was extremely turned on by them. While my roommate slept, I slowly jacked off under my desk reading about his exploits. Finally, he asked to meet me and had specific requirements.
A few days later, I stood in park near campus. It was around 11 p.m. and I was starting to rethink the short boy shorts I was wearing -- one of his requirements. I recalled wearing them when I was a kid. Split slightly on the sides with a white trim running around the legs. Bending over a bit and you could see up them and it was hard to keep my nuts from poking out the bottom. My dick was rock hard and pinned beneath the waistband and covered by a tight t-shirt.
His van pulled up and thankfully was a normal mini-van and not a Chester molester with no windows. I crawled in through the passenger door and he quickly handed me a blindfold. This had all been discussed before but I thought he was joking.
Before I slipped the blindfold on, I caught a glimpse of him. He looked to be around 40 with thinning blond hair and had obviously not shaven in a few days. Light eyes, maybe blue, and he appeared fairly in shape.
We rode for about half hour. He reclined my seat and I stretched out, surprisingly comfortable despite not knowing Eric very well. Likely it was the fact he had his hand roaming across my body that put me at ease. While he drove, he spread my legs and ran his hand up my thigh before slipping into my shorts. He rubbed me through my underwear, groping my crotch and rubbing his thumb across the head of my now-slippery dick.
Now parked in the garage, he led me into the house still blindfolded. In his bedroom, he finally removed it.
"Now for the games," he said.
Of course every underage college kid loves to drink and I jumped at the chance for booze. But again, he had requirements. For every shot of tequila, I had to remove one article of clothing. I made sure T-shirt, one shot. Shoes, one shot. Socks, one shot. He peeled my shorts off to reveal the cartoon underwear I had bought at Wal-Mart earlier that week as I took another shot. He sat on the bed and pulled my superman-covered crotch to his face while kneading my ass. I took my last shot as he breathed me in several times before slowly pulling the underwear off.
"Daddy loves when his boy is hard for him," he said.
At first, I had to stifle a laugh. I thought to myself this guy is definitely strange but then the idea of playing his son started to grow on me.
The blindfold returned and I stood in a stranger's room, naked, horny and hard.
His list of requirements were all coming true as I felt him snap a pair of handcuffs around my wrists behind my back.
"You ok, son?" he said, making sure my first time at bondage wasn't bad.
"Yes...dad" I managed, meekly. It was all odd and I wasn't really comfortable talking about sex. To this day, I can beg for dick and for guys to cum in my ass. But ask me to verbalize "tie me up and rape me" and I can't help but laugh.
He pushed me down over the bed and landed in a pile of restrained limbs. I wondered if I was going to get a blowjob before he started pounding away at my hole. Then I felt it. For the first time ever, I felt a hot breath on my ass...and I laughed.
It was only funny for a moment before I felt his tongue slowly lick across the crack of my ass. My hips instinctively pushed back and raised my cheeks to meet his mouth. His large, slightly rough hands spread me open and I gasped loudly as I felt mouth on my tight hole. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt and I started to wriggle on the bed, my arms straining against the cuffs and wanting to shove his face into my ass.
"Oh fuck" passed between my lips before I had a chance to censor them.
For a good ten minutes, he licked and sucked at my ass and I squirmed in pleasure through the whole thing as my dick leaked pre-cum on his comforter. By the time he turned me over, my smooth abs were slick from my cock.
A quick swipe of his tongue was all I got as he shoved me completely onto the bed and again rolled me onto my belly.
"Ever had poppers?" he asked and I shook my head no, not able to look back at him.
He fumbled with something in his nightstand and in a minute, I felt his condom-covered dick poking at my ass. By then, I was not an expert bottom. It took time for me to warm up and relax enough. But he wasn't interested in waiting. Suddenly, I felt his hand pulling my head back by my hair, arching my back. Groaning from the strain of the cuffs and awkward position, I was about to curse when he told me to inhale.
I took a large hit of the poppers and even felt liquid evaporating on my nostril as he shoved the bottle under my nose. He told me to hold my breath and then clamped his paw over my nose and mouth so I had little choice.
It hit me like a wall. One minute I went from pain of him entering me to moaning uncontrollably. The skin of my body tingled all over and my brain was shut down. All I could do was feel and all I wanted to feel was his daddy dick plowing into my ass. I was arching my back, not in pain, but trying to show my ass back onto his cock as he thrusted faster and faster. It took a second before I realized I couldn't breathe. I started gasping against the vice grip of his hand and even licked the inside of his palm I was so high in that minute. With the blindfold on and my hands pinned behind me, the only sensory input my brain had was his dick and that was all I wanted.
It went on for about 15 minutes. He would let me breath and come down and then shove the poppers under my nose again covering my face until I was gasping and writhing beneath him begging into his hand for his dick. He bit at my earlobe calling me a dirty whore and how daddy loved plowing his boy's tight ass.
Eventually, the cuffs came off and the blindfold too. I looked at the sight of this slightly overweight older man and was still turned on. The poppers had awoken a beast, apparently located in my ass, and it wanted to be fed.
More than anything, I wanted to feel the skin of his dick, the heat of it, pressed against the insides of me. I didn't want a barrier.
I took a hit of the poppers, which I then thought were the most amazing thing ever, ripped the condom off his dick and rode him. I grabbed handfuls of his chest and moaned like a porn star as rocked my hips back and forth, loving the feel of his bare member inside me.
"Oh fuck daddy. I want you to shoot in me. Fill your son with cum," came a voice and I didn't even realize I had said it.
He moaned a response but I couldn't hear it. I was too caught up, trying to work my ass hard enough to make him flood my guts. I dug my nails in as he pulled and pinched on my small nipples. A few more involuntary squeezes of my pert ass and he began to unload. I grinded into him, smashing my face into his chest and biting at his skin as I felt each shot. In a minute, I sat up and noticed I had lost my load between our bodies and we were both slick with it.
"That was fucking amazing..." I said.
I wouldn't see Eric again but I made sure to pocket his poppers. They were too good to leave behind.
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