The plan was this: I would walk into his apartment, down the hall, where he would be waiting on his knees, and then I would use his mouth for my pleasure. My balls are aching for release, and the 45 year old submissive had promised to serve and swallow.
For once, I will be in charge.
It’s a great sounding plan, but reality gets in the way. First, he has his phone on mute so he doesn’t hear me buzz into the lobby. When I finally get through behind somebody, I’m obsessed with triple-checking his address. I just don’t want to barge into the wrong apartment. As I stand outside the door scrolling through his messages, he gets impatient and opens the door.
It’s time to be alpha. Stand up straight, shoulders back, look him in the eyes.
He’s fit, wears a black T-shirt and jeans, and sports a crew cut of salt and pepper hair. He looks down at the floor, not speaking, and leads me down the hall to his darkened room.
“Whoah, nice setup,” I exclaim. The tiny room is dominated by a 60” screen, jutting out and tilted downwards over the foot of the bed from the opposite wall.
My slave crouches down on his laptop, and swears at the screen, closing a series of popups until Pornhub appears.
While he scrolls through the selections, I pull of my pants, fold them, and lay them on his bedside table.
Finally, my entertainment starts. With a final click, the grainy video fills the enormous screen. He has chosen remarkably well. A twink kneels in the middle of a warehouse, as a dozen black gang members stream in and start to harass him, slapping his face with their massive horse cocks.
In a perfect world, I’d pull out my raging hardon now, but reality strikes again. When he shuffles up to me, my cock is more prune than python. “You’re gonna have to work for it,” I warn him.
“I will, sir,” he says, staring down at the ground. I put my hand on the back of his head and pull him to my crotch. He’s a cocksucker, and I know exactly what he needs: My dick in his mouth. He sucks in my shriveled member. The warmth of his mouth feels good and soon I feel myself hardening and stretching to full length.
“I’m going to lay down,” I tell him. He lets go and I settle on his bed, spread my legs for him, and gaze at the beauty of the screen. On it, the twink is sucking a gang member while jerking off two others. Out of nowhere, another body urgently pushes aside the one in his mouth and quickly takes its place.
My host slides up the bed on his belly. My dick stands straight up now, and I push it toward him. I watch as he takes it into his mouth and gags. Methodically, he begins pumping and twisting.
It feels so good, I just lay back and melt into the pillow, watching the TV while he twists.
After a minute, I feel his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking and squeezing. He’s probably getting tired. I don’t care. “Just use your mouth,” I order.
“Yes sir,” he says, and gets back to the twisting and stroking. On the screen, the twink is squinting and his face is glistening, as he turns to face another cock.
“You’re mouth feels so good,” I tell him. I put my hands behind my head and spread my legs further apart, absolutely relaxed, just appreciating the experience. I can feel the rising urge inside. I’m not going to last long.
I reach out and caress his short hair, feeling each soft hair tickle inside my palm. Then I push down, stopping him. I’m going to face fuck him now. Slowly I thrust my pelvis up into him and pull it out again.
He obediently endures it.
I pump faster, still gripping his head. I can feel myself just on the edge.
“I’m about to cum. You’d better be ready,” I exclaim.
At last, it happens, I feel a rush, as I feel a great surge through my dick. I feel him struggle against it. I let him go, on condition. “Keep going, don’t stop, whatever you do.”
He gets the message, wetly resumes his movements.
“Oh fuck, keep going!” A second later, I feel the second wave hit. This is the big one. I groan and lift my hips into the air as a full week’s worth of sperm gushes out of me.
He’s looking up at me, eyes wide, a small dribble of cum leaking through the seal of his lips.
“Better swallow it all. Don’t spill.”
He obediently takes a big gulp. I can feel him sucking, and the strange and wonderful feeling of my cum being drawn out of me. He eagerly appreciates every drop, just as I would do.
I collapse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and take a deep breath. “Okay. Good boy,” I tell him.
He lets go, and for the first time, he speaks. “That was a big load.”
“Yeah. Now say thank-you.”
He smiles and looks down. “Thank-you sir.” After I get dressed, he walks me to the door. “You know what, buddy? You can come back anytime you want.”
“I might do that.”
He calls out. From the living room, a large Labrador retriever bounds out, wagging its tail, where it has been obediently waiting for its own master.
So well behaved. Both of them.