Author: pgentle7

Group fun at 5?

I’m on a business trip in Toronto. Cock is so easy to get here, I can be as racist as I want. Why settle for boring vanilla when you can have exotic spice at every opportunity? “I’m done work at 4:30,” says this hot Asian torso.

“Nice”, I say, anticipating some action.

“Can you set up some group fun around 5/5:30?”

Shit. Groups are hard to arrange. “I’ll try,” I right back, and write him off. We don’t speak again.

I start my morning the next day at 6:30am when a mixed guy, James, messages me. He’s walking to work and has time to stop by my hotel room. He sits in my couch and I coax out his load. “I’m done work at 5,” he says, as he is leaving the hotel room.

The wheels start turning.

As 5 quickly approaches, I have started a chat group and invited three guys there. The first, and most eager is James. The Asian torso does not respond.

The next one is a longtime fan of my blog, Angelo who I’ve never met but chatted with. Turns out he’s willing to meet, and open to group fun.

By the time a skinny asian twink messages me, I’m brazen because the time is coming quickly. No sooner has he sent the pic of himself, I invite him to the party. Surprisingly, he is excited to come. Now we have four guys.

Asian torso joins the group but doesn’t actually use it. Instead he messages me. “Cameras set up?” he asks. I’m not sure if he’s joking.

The fan of my blog, Angelo, shows up first. He’s short and sturdy, and Filipino looking, but he could be from anywhere. I invite him to sit while we wait, and I put on some porn on the laptop.

There’s a knock at the door and the Asian twink, John, shows up next. He’s tall and thin, wears blue jeans and a green T-shirt. He sits on the bed and looks at his phone while I try to make small talk.

Asian Torso messages. “Almost here. Are you boys showering first? :-)”

We decide to wait a few more minutes.

“I’m here,” my phone says. Hearing nothing, I go to the door and let in the mystery torso. He is a well-built asian guy.

After welcoming him, I start by taking off my shirt. The others watch as I pull of my shirt and reveal my muscular, toned body. “Gosh,” I say, “Its hot in here, I’m gonna take my pants off too.”

The others see and immediately start to unbutton their jeans, because nobody has zippers anymore. In a moment, us four are in a small circle, touching each-others cocks through our underwear. We are in silence now, appreciating each-other’s bodies.

I fall to my knees and pull down John’s shorts. “OK, he has the best underwear,” I blurt out, as his large red pocket droops under the weight of what must be the size of a banana. He smiles and pulls out his balls, letting me see them under the tip of his Andrew Christian underwear. I reach under with my tongue and lick them, feeling his hairs roll in my tongue. My hand flies to his butt to keep my balance, and unexpectedly touch flesh. “AND they’re open in the back!”

He lets me lick him but I want more and pull down his underwear. But I look in front of me and see Angelo’s cock pointing out.

I take turns licking the cocks and grab both in my hands, sucking a third, and look up at the three faces staring down at me. This is utterly awesome.

While I’m sucking Angelo the other two Chinese boys get onto the bed and start to stroke each-other, so we move there too. I feel I want to get between them so I suck on John’s huge dick first, tasting salty precum, then move to Torso’s. I am treated to an even bigger load of precum.

John has a large perfect cock and large balls hanging under them and its hard to hide the fact that his is my favourite. He gasps when I plunge down on it.

It’s Angelo’s turm and I move back to him and suck his large cut cock. He spreads his legs for me and presses me down and I start to rim him, licking his ass. He gasps.

My eyes are riveted on the other two, though. “Look at them,” I tell him, afraid he’ll miss it. The two are making out and stroking each-other’s dicks. It’s a porn scene in my hotel room.

I move back to the Torso’s cock, slurping more of its delicious precum. Out of the corner of my eye I can see John whispering into Angelo’s ear. Then he lays on his elbows and watches me, gasping again as I put his cockhead into my throat.

“Oh I want to fuck him so bad,” exclaims Angelo to the other two. “Why don’t you show us your butt?”.

“Fine.” I get off the bed and oblige, turning around and slowly sliding off my orange PUMP underwear. I see all three men laying beside each-other, stroking their dicks, watching my every move. I turn back to Angelo and suck him, but I’m preoccupied.

I have bottomed once before. Actually, twice. The first time was a couple of months ago. I didn’t expect it, and I was completely unprepared. I won’t go into the details, but I will just say that I spent my the time worrying because of inadequate bathroom time prior.

This time, as soon as I move back to John’s cock, Angelo gets up and moves behind me. He begins to stroke my asshole with his finger. I hear him spitting on it behind me and the others watch anxiously as he presses against my hole. I moan at his every move. I’m afraid he is going to start to fuck me. I am I can feel it start to clench. I force myself to relax.

Maybe I can bottom today.

I stop and get up. “Well if you’re gonna fuck me you should use a condom,” I tell him and reach over to my suitcase, pulling out a condom and lube. I place both beside him and leap back onto the bed where I was.

Angelo puts on the condom — I think — and I keep sucking the dicks of the two Chinese guys while he prepares to fuck me. I feel him poking his finger inside, and it feels unexpectedly sharp. I happen to be on John’s cock again as I feel it get suddenly harder and I realize that Angelo is kneeling over my butt, preparing to insert his cock. The others are staring and I suddenly go silent as I struggle to suppress a yelp as he gently tries to slide in. He is invading my body and I struggle not to fight it. I think only of the 7 inch cock in my throat, and emit small cries. I’m not sure if they are pain or pleasure.

I really don’t know what I should be feeling. I have no idea how to relax, what muscles to move. It feels stabby, but at the same time I feel his hot body pressing against mine, his hot breath on the back of my neck, as he fucks me. I realize that I am moaning continuously now, and the others are enjoying it. I am stuck now though, sucking on the one cock (my favourite). I go deep on it, my moans are muffled by the massive dick down my throat.

I can feel Angelo’s body warming up, getting slicker with every thrust. “Where do you you want me to cum?” he asks.

I briefly lift my neck up and let the dick fall of my mouth. “You can cum inside me. In the condom!” I utter.

John, who’s dick I’ve been sucking, looks down at me. “Say it louder!” he orders. “Tell him how you want it.”

“I want you to cum in me. I want it so bad.”

“Now lick my balls,” John says, and I oblige as he vigorously takes over stroking himself. The Torso guy to my right is so ignored, but I am powerless with my face mashed against John’s nuts and my dick pressed against the bed I can barely move. I do manage to let John move his leg out from under me — it must be hurting by now, squeezed under two guys.

Now, my own dick is being pressed against the bed under the weight of the guy above me. Angelo goes silent now but I can hear the slapping of flesh against flesh as he pounds my ass. I am moaning now even more– I can’t help it. With each thrust, my cock slides against the bed-cover, and I can feel myself getting ready to cum. I’m trying desperately not to though. The others watch as Angelo pounds me. I struggle to keep licking Jon’s balls, the only thing to keep my mind off the foreign cock going up into my body.

I try to hold off as much as I can, but Angelo doesn’t let up, and with my own dick repeatedly raking against the soft sheet under me, I’m powerless to the surge that’s happening in my balls. As long as I can keep my pelvic muscles from squeezing, I can’t cum, right? Suddenly I learn something new when feel my body orgasm, hands free. It is the strangest, most wonderful feeling as the contents of my balls spill out onto the linen sheet, without my pushing, and I feel the slickness under my belly. The others have no idea, since my desperate moans are muffled by John’s massive dick in my mouth.

“I want to cum,” someone is saying. “Where do you want it?”

It’s John! “I want to swallow,” I tell him.

“Louder!”

“I really want to swallow your cum please let me oh please,” I say between moans.

“Then take it, take it now,” John says and points his dick at my mouth. Sloppily I engulf it and I can feel him pulsing before I can get it all in. I plunge down and he gasps and lifts his back off the bed as I slide it down to my throat, and he launches his semen straight down into my belly. I have not stopped moaning. Slowly I slide off and I turn to Asian Torso, as much as I can while still being held down and fucked.

“I couldn’t hold it,” he says.

“What? I don’t see any–” I’m gonna say, but then I see him spurting onto his belly button. I struggle to move my mouth to it and he laughs at my effort, still cumming.

“You just stay there,” he tells me, grinning, still holding his dick in his fist.

Everyone’s eyes are on Angelo now. His body emanating heat and going faster and faster. It is ultra hot to hear him and feel his efforts as he fucks me, trying to unleash his load in me. But even sexier are my own moans which I am not even controlling. As he gets faster I get higher pitched and more intense.

“I’m cumming!” he shouts,

“Yes, cum in me!” I tell him, “Oh god I can feel it cumming!” I shout at my guests.

Angelo slumps forward and embraces my back, and I can feel his slick body sliding over me, covered in a layer of sweat.

“Fuck that was hot,” someone says.

“Yeeeaaaah,” says Angelo.

John and Asian Torso go to the bathroom to clean up while Angelo unsticks himself from me. Afterwards he takes a full shower.

Hours later, the group chat is still open.

“Thanks guys. That was hot,” says Angelo.

“I agree.”


His second time

I’m waiting in the Black Canary espresss bar in Toronto. From the second floor coffee shop, actually part of a comic book store, I’m able to see out onto the thriving crowds on Yonge street. I notice a young Asian man walking across the intersection, looking down at his phone, and I think, “Is that him?”

My instinct is correct and I get a message. “I’m here.”

“Blue shirt?” I ask.

The man across the street shields his eyes from the sun and looks around. He gazes at me through the window and I wave.

“Come down?” he messages.

A moment later I’m walking with him down the hallways of the Chelsea hotel toward my room. He’s nervous, and that’s why he wanted to meet in a public place.

The man looks 22ish, but is actually 26. His black bangs hang over his eyes. He’s still jet-lagged from his flight from Beijing. The 12 hour journey takes days to recover from.

Although he went to school in Canada, it is only today, for the first time in his life, that he is finally free. No more weeks of studying for exams. No more constant pressure to succeed. Most importantly, no more pretending! Here, a world away from his parents and judgemental friends, Canada offers him the freedom to explore. All he has to do is find a career.

But he has priorities. Yesterday, bleary-eyed and fresh off the plane, he got his bank account and cell phone plan. Today, he found me on Grindr.

When staying in a hotel, I learned a while ago the value of a daily tip to the housekeepers. My room is freshly cleaned and smells wonderful. The white bed sheets are crisp and neatly folded. It also helps them to overlook it when I have visitors. My new friend and I both take our shoes off and he stands there awkwardly.

“I’m a little nervous,” he says.

“It’s OK to be nervous,” I tell him. “To me, it’s part of the fun.”

“Aren’t you concerned about who you meet? What if they are dangerous?”

I take a deep breath before answering. We are literally blocks from the gay village, where Bruce MacArther committed dozens of murders, using hookup apps, while the gaycist police refused do anything.

“I’ve never had a problem,” I tell him. “Most people are good people, and I am careful about whom I talk to.”

“OK,” he says.

“Since you are nervous, why don’t you get on the bed. I’ll give you a massage first. That should help. Take off your shirt.”

He pulls his shirt over his head. He is tall and thin and I can see his perfect abs as he carefully folds his shirt and places it on my chair. He lays on the soft white bedding and spreads out his arms. I take in his tanned, lithe form, with wisps of wiry black hair under his arms. I strip to my underwear, and kneel over his curvy butt, which is still in his shorts. I rub my hands together to warm them. Fuck, I don’t have any massage oil in the hotel room. I run my bare hands up along his spine, pressing hard against his shoulder blades, then slide them back along his sides in a swimming motion. After a few minutes of this he gives a contented sigh.

“You know, this is only my second time with someone,” he says slowly, between long relaxed breaths.

“Oh really? Tell me about the first time.”

He sighs, closes his eyes. “It was two years ago, and I was exploring, coming to terms with who I was. I met a guy. But it turns out he lied to me.”

“Two years ago,” I repeat, barely believing it.

“Yeah. It was bad.”

The skin on his back is hot on my palm now, and beginning to turn red for lack of oil. I decide that today, I am going to give him something to remember. Something good.

“Are you nice and relaxed now?” I pat his bum. “Lets get those shorts off.”

With trepidation, he helps me slide his shorts and boxers down over his rear. I pull them down his legs. When I get them off, I fold them for him and place them on the chair over his shirt.

His butt is so perfect. Finally the fun can be begin. I grab it in my palms, and give them a squeeze. His body is mine, and as we agreed in the chat, I would be telling him what to do. He likes that. Right now, I just wanted to feel his butt cheeks. I rub them, squeeze them, then spread them apart, opening up his crack. Then I bury my face between them and start to lick.

He immediately gasps, so I press my tongue against his hole. It is clean. I lick it all over, pointing my tongue and drawing letters over it. It is like a game, trying to get him to gasp louder. It works when I put my whole mouth over it, pretend it is lips and literally make it out with his asshole. He buries his face in the pillow and makes a sound between laughing and cries of pain.

“Are those good sounds?” I ask.

“Yes,” he tells me incredulously.

He’s mine, so I’m gonna make him to my favourite things. “I’m going to lie here,” I tell him. “I want you to get up and get over my face. I want you to sit on my mouth.”

I lay down beside him on the comfortable hotel blanket, and he carefully lowers his ass over my face. The whole time, he is looking into my eyes. I open my mouth and lick him, and for the first time I examine his penis, pointing into the air inches from my face. It is fully erect and red, nearly 4 inches long.

But I can’t stop looking at his face. His wide-eyed expression changes every time I swipe my tongue across his anus. It is so hot to see his reactions.

Before long though, I reach up and run my finger down his penis, and point to my mouth. He gets the hint, and puts his arms down on the bed for balance. He is crouching down over my face as he tilts his body down, still staring with awe as he slowly slides his penis into my open mouth. His whole body tremors.

I close my lips around it and suck. He draws a sharp breath and his eyes close. His mouth hangs open as he is overcome by the pleasure of having his dick inside something warm for the second time ever.

When he pulls it out, I ask him, “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” he answers, and lowers his body again, starting to thrust into my waiting lips. After a few times though, he suddenly draws it out. I see his penis throbbing and I realize he must have stopped because he was getting close.

“Remember you are not allowed to cum until I say.”

“Yes. OK.”

“Get on the floor and stand up.” I tell him. He does so, confused, until I shuffle my body over to the side of the bed, lean my head back over. “Today I’m going to show you everything. This is one of my favourite positions.”

He knows what to do. He walks over and crouches over my face. I stare into his shaved underside while he works up the courage to slide into my mouth. When he fucks, I see his balls flattening repeatedly against my nose. He soon slows down, and gasping, pulls it slowly away.

“OK. Get on the bed, on your back. I’ll take it easy for a while.”

He flops down like a rag doll, seemingly too tired or relaxed to move. With my feet anchored on the floor, I slide my belly up the bed between his legs, and gently lick his balls, being careful not to touch his still throbbing penis. His face is turned upwards to the ceiling in an expression of pure pleasure, and I can see his back teeth.

After focusing on his ass and balls for a while, I start to give his penis more attention again. I slowly go from licking it to closing my mouth around it, to sliding up and down on its shaft. Like most guys, he is curved slightly upwards, and this is not the best position for depth.

“I’m going to move upside down like this,” I tell him. “No, you stay there.” I put my knees down around his shoulders. From this angle, I go down on him, and he is able to fully slide his dick down the curve of my tongue into my throat. I’m surprised by how far he can go. It must have gotten larger from our activities.

My underwear covered butt is in over his face, and I am surprised to feel him lifting his face, nuzzling his nose into my perineum through my PUMP briefs. I take this as encouragement and start to suck him of. When he starts to thrust I simply remain still to let him.

I taste salty precum filling my mouth. He is getting close, so I get beside him. I nuzzle his neck, giving him soft kisses to let him calm down.

“What was your favourite so far?” I ask him.

“That one. That is my favourite!” he tells me.

“Then we will do that again, but last.” My other hand is stroking him, and I whisper in his ear. “No cumming. Unless it’s in my mouth.”

“Do you want me to cum?”

“Nah, ” I tell him. “I want you to beg for it.”

With that, I get down between his legs again, and very slowly lick his balls, then up his shaft, and swirl my tongue around it. But when I finally look up, he is facing the ceiling again.

Faking anger, I get up and grab the pillows behind him, moving them forward under his upper back. “I want you to watch me,” I order. “Never take your eyes off me.”

This time, as I lick him, he stares down. My eyes are locked on his, and I can see every move I make echoed on his face, in the tiny twitches he makes. When I hit a particularly sensitive area, his head settles back against the pillow

“No. Look at me!” I tell him.

His head pops up again and he forces his eyes open, to watch as I plunge my mouth down on his member.

“But I want to cum!”

Immediately I stop. “OK. We will go back to your favourite. Then,” I say deliberately, “I am going to let you cum in my mouth.” Slowly I get up and turn my body, lift my leg over his head, and plant my knees down on either side of him. I lower my head down, and slowly suck his penis into my mouth until it is down my throat and I am almost gagging.

Behind me, he gasps, and feel him lift his head up. He is rubbing my perineum again through my briefs. I let my weight down, shoving my tightly covered balls down onto his chin. He loves it. At once, he excitedly begins to thrust his dick up from the bed into my mouth. All I have to do is stay still. With each thrust I hear him give a high pitched muffled cry, and I can feel his hot breath moisten my briefs. His thighs are getting sweaty now as he thrusts his crotch frantically into my facehole. I am gripping his cock between my lips, smiling, because I know in all his life he has never experienced these sensations.

And now I can taste it, salty and crisp, and when I feel his penis pulsing against my upper lip I know he is finally shooting his load. I have been edging him for 45 minutes, and making him wait. And for two years, maybe all his life, he has never been able to ejaculate into anything except his hand. He’s stopped thrusting now, but he’s still gasping while his penis pumps an impossible amount of sperm deep inside my warm wet mouth. I suck and squeeze it with my lips, milking it out of him, until he finally yelps and pulls away.

I roll off of him, slide my arm under his back, and hold him close to me while he pants and recovers. It takes two gulps for me to swallow his load. He is silent for a few minutes.

“Are you still nervous?” I ask him.

Eyes closed, he smiles. “No,” he says, barely moving his lips, nearly falling asleep in my arms.





Night Call

This Filipino boy is hot stuff and he knows it. He live casts on Blued and has tons of fans and reputation. On the casts, he has stylish hair, chats in his smooth voice with dozens of fans. Sometimes I watch but I can’t understand the language. I just sit and stroke my cock, listening to his sexy voice.

I met him before he was famous, in the laundry room of his apartment one morning. He was 18 and it was one of his first hookups.  He must have liked it, because three years later he always manages to find me on Grindr, Blued, and Snapchat even while cycling through multiple accounts.

Tonight, after all this time, he invites me to his place. He lives over a plumbing store, and an upstairs storeroom, barely furnished, has been rented out to people on the cheap. It’s nearly midnight. He meets me at the storefront, and I can barely make out his figure through the glass commercial door. He turns the latch and cracks open the heavy door. “Just go upstairs,” he says as he begins the long procedure of re-locking the door. Everything is dark and I almost stumble over the  boxes of products covering the stairs to the storerooms. Soon he follows and beckons for me to come into his room

It’s dark here too, and cramped. There is a couch by the door and it’s clear we will not be going inside any further. He looks at me intensely and shoves his thumb into his shorts, slowly pushing them down. I reach over and grope his erection through the fabric

“Want me to sit down?” he asks. 

“If you want to, sure!”

He reclines on the couch and opens his legs for me. His underwear is just below his knees, keeping them together but I manage to kneel and squeeze in between his thighs. I bend down and ever so slowly lick his ass crack under his nuts, and he moans. “You have really big balls,” I tell him. They are like apples resting on the couch, hairless and smooth and still damp from the shower. I mouth one and then the other. 

I can’t remember anything from our first encounter, so I start off gradually and then speed up, bobbing my head. He seems to enjoy it, but after an eternity I start to get tired. I’m sweating. I have to stop, and I look up at him. “You can move my head if you want,” I tell him.

“Oh really? Sure.” He grips my head, suddenly pushing it down until my lips mash against his pubic bone. His cock is deep inside me now. I can’t breath. “Ooooh yeeeaaah,” he says and he starts to move my head around. But not up as I expected. He moves me in a circle, like waxing a car. I have to hold my breath even longer to keep from gagging as I feel his cock head shifting inside my throat. After a few laps, he slowly lifts me up, almost to the tip. I gulp in some air before he pushes me all the way down again. “Oooooh yeah that feels good.” Slowly up and slowly down, then around for many seconds while I can’t breath.

Aside from the breathing part, this is much much slower than I was doing it. If only I’d known! I’m gonna have to make this offer more often…

“I’m gonna stand up, you ok with that?” he asks. 

He stands up and his cock is jutting out inches from my face. He grabs my head and shoves into my mouth once more. “Ooooooooooohh yeah.” He moans again. Soon my face is turned upwards to face him. He uses it to support his weight as he leans into my face and fucks.

Relishing the opportunity, I grip his ass, shamelessly feeling him up, running my fingers around to map out every detail in the darkness. It is clenched tight and firm, and as he has arched his back upwards there are ripples in the flesh. I let my fingers fall into his crack and try to pry it open a little, but it will not yield while he is clenched and focused on thrusting his pelvis at my warm mouth.

He’s getting more frantic now, almost hitting my teeth and I gotta focus on keeping them out of the way. Nothing but my lips can touch his wildly thrusting penis. “Ooooh yeaaah… ooh yeah,“ his rhythmic moans rise in pitch. 

“I’m gonna cum!”, he tells me, as a courtesy, but still he grips the top of my head so I can’t let go or do anything. He’s silent and keeps thrusting for another full minute. I hold my breath, not daring to move. The world stands still, until I feel him shooting. My mouth fills with his delicious load and he pounds it back down my throat.

Finally he stops and stands there with his dick hanging out of my mouth and lets me suck him. I stay there for him, being very gentle and he dips the slackening tip in and out of my mouth a couple of times, letting the remainder come out. I very gently suckle him

“It’s getting ticklish,” he says, making a face and I know it is time to go.

Spare period

“U have a car?” he asks.

I don’t like car fun. It’s cramped and it takes forever to find a good spot where nobody can see you. But this guy was a hot middle eastern dude, and only 18, so I make an exception.

“Sure.” Once you have a “yes”, it’s best to say as little as possible.

“Can you do 10:45 today? AM. At 10:45 I”m on break at school.

“Actually, I can.”

“When u get in the parking, send me a pic of the school so I know where you’re parked.”

I arrive at the high school, behind the student drop off area. Some teachers are getting in and out of cars around me. I take a photo of the school from my car window. Then I wait.

Soon, a tall serious looking middle-eastern guy comes out. He has long black hair and a red backpack.

“Hi,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah” he says.

He’s uptight. I know how he’s feeling, and I just need to make him as comfortable as possible. “I figure we’ll go behind the Walmart. There’s some out of the way places there. Have you done this before?”

“One time. That time we also went to the Walmart.”

“Oh great.” We drive to the Walmart and I try to talk about the weather, but he makes only one-word responses. I turn down the service lane in the back. “There’s some power lines down this road, that’s a good spot.”

“Actually we can probably go right here,” he says, pointing to the loading dock. It is deserted and strewn with garbage, burst open milk containers and leaves. But it’s out of the way.

“Sure, OK.” With growing uneasiness, I pull in and stop the car, and look at him. He’s pulling down his pants and out pops the largest, thickest dick. I mean it looks like one of those fake dildos.

“Wow,” I exclaim, and bend down to give it a lick.

He doesn’t really make noises so I have a hard time figuring out what to do.

“Oh shit! There’s people,” he suddenly exclaims.

I look up in a panic, and see a man at the loading dock curtains, pushing back the large plastic flaps he squints at us in the sunlight. I start the car, grinding the starter and back out, missing by inches the transport truck backing in right beside us.

“Woah, that was close,” I exclaim breathlessly.

“Yeah”

“They probably don’t care, they just want to get their jobs done,” I tell him, and myself.

We drive behind the power tower I originally had in mind. I position the car so that we can get out in a hurry. Normally there could be joggers here, but now there’s a shallow pond from the storm blocking the way, so it should be safe.

I get down to his cock. “Is there any part you liked, uh, better?” I ask, trying to get some hint out of him.

“All of it,” he says, unhelpfully. As I bend down he adds, “I liked it when you go deep. And grab my balls, that feels good.”

I take a huge breath, lean down over the emergency brake, and take his dick into my mouth, sliding it all the way down to the back until it won’t go any further. Here is where I stay, making swallowing motions, massaging the side of his dick with the whole length of my tongue. I can hear him gasping as he presses his hands against the car door, ever careful not to touch me. I reach over with my left hand and slide them under his balls, feeling their weight in my palm, massaging them while I suck to give him the maximum pleasure.

After a while, I stop for breath, and a drop of sweat falls from my forehead unto his thigh.

“If you’re tired, we can stop…”

“No, I like it, ” I rasp.

But he grabs it anyway. “If you want I’ll jerk off into your mouth.”

“Great!” As I sit up I realize how much my back is aching from the weird angles, and I’m actually relieved.

He leans back in the passenger seat, closes his eyes and strokes his cock. I watch the morning sunlight dance over his features and admire his jet black long hair. “It’s gonna be a while,” he tells me.

I’m OK with that. At least I know I had no chance.

After an eternity, he says “I’m cumming.” I reached down and mouth his cock head as he jerks it, hitting my lips with his fingers. It is larger than ever, and feels impossibly smooth and hot against my tongue.

“Uhhhh…” he breathes. His hand is a blur now as he tries to desperately get relief from the pressure inside his balls. He’s silent now, not even breathing. The only sounds are the fapping of skin and odd clicks of his cock head rubbing against my lips. He takes another huge breath and goes silent again. His thighs open up, and there’s a thump as his knees hit against the glove box. He tenses every muscle in his body and his butt is lifting off the seat now. I start to breath through my mouth, whooshing the air around his dick, now slick with juices. As I suck in air, his load finally comes shooting out, and I noisily slurp up a large blob of his semen. I let him rest there with his cock in my mouth as he relaxes and settles into the seat with his dick draining delicious load and mixing with my saliva.

“Thank-you. That was enjoyable,” he says, as if I made him watch the last Game of Thrones and he’s trying to be fucking polite about it.

I drive him back to school. His next period starts at 11:30 (Science, but he hates his teacher) so we just make it in time. I pull into the student drop-off area and let him out. He tosses his red backpack over his shoulder and heads back to the school’s back door.

When I look him up the next day, his profile says he wants to try bottoming.

Draining in the dark

“Looking now?” comes the mid-afternoon message. I was on campus, studying in the library.

“Yeah. You got a place?”

“I do, but I want you to drain me on campus.”

“Got a place in mind?”

“You tell me, you know the spots.”

Now how would he know that? I pull up his picture and zoom in. It’s a selfie, on the beach, his boyish smile above his chiseled abs. I don’t believe I’ve met him.

The messages come in quick succession. “I want you waiting for me in the dark. Wait for me naked, on your knees, lights off. Understood?”

I think that I love him. I tell him where my second favourite bathroom was, the one with the light switch. I’ll take some pictures so he knows where to go.

“I’ll be free in about 30 minutes,” he writes back.

OK. A few minutes later I scope out the place. Yes, it is in a busy hallway, but the doors lock. We have to do the trick I learned long ago. “When you get here, knock quietly and I’ll let you in.”

“Better be naked.”

I use my phone light to examine the empty bathroom. It’s spacious. I throw away a Tim Horton’s cup someone left on the sink, then I pile my clothes on the floor. No, he might trip if I leave them there. I moved them under the sink, and waited to get used to the dark. The tile is cold against my feet.

Too soon for my fluttering heart, someone very clearly knocks on the door. I get behind it and let it open. He comes in and quickly closes the door. I can’t see his face, but I know he is tall. I take my place in the corner of the room, crouching on my knees back against the two walls. Ready for him.

He lowers his pants and pulls out his cock, gives it a few strokes. It looks hard already, but as soon as I mouth it I know it’s an illusion. It’s still soft, he is just really big. I quickly and expertly suck him to hardness, and he lets out a breath as I deep throat him.

As soon as his cock leaves my throat, he starts to thrust. He leans against the two walls of the corner, and with all his weight he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. Each thrust draws out more wetness, but I have learned that despite the mess it is important to keep it as lube. I used my hands to spread it around his long shaft. He must be almost 9 inches long but it’s impossible to tell in the dark.

“Sorry I didn’t shave,” he says, momentarily dropping his dom persona.

I chuckle, then have to explain: “Don’t worry, it’s so long it’s really not a problem.” I physically can’t reach his pubes with his cock jutting out of my mouth.

I take over and bob my head quickly.

“Slow down. Just enjoy the cock,” he said.

I do as instructed. I use the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His shirt is gone and I reach up his back and let my hands glide down his firm buttocks. They are clenched together now. I let my hands slide against his skin, now goose-pimpled, feeling his thigh bones, and then down to his balls, which hang down below my chin, now thoroughly wet from my mouth. I play with them, appreciating the feeling of having my hands wrapped around another man’s precious jewels.

He starts thrusting again now, and my hands move to his butt to help push him into my face. I can smell his crotch scent with every breath

“Use your hand.” he orders.

I reach up, and grip his slippery shaft, alternately pulling and pushing on it as he thrusts into my mouth.

“Squeeze.”

“Mmmm?”

“Squeeze it hard.” he directs.

I squeeze his shaft, harder than I think is nice. I can feel his veins shifting under the skin. How can he be enjoying this? Doesn’t it hurt? I grip harder and he gasps in pleasure, his corpus spongiosum bending in my fist.

“Faster–!”

Squeezing hard, I move my hands up now, dragging his skin along his shaft as I pull and push it through my lips. It is hot as fire now.

“Ooooh yaaahhh,” he moans. “I’m cumming…”

He isn’t, but I don’t stop. A minute later, he presses forward, shoving my neck back toward the wall. His dick hits the back of my throat, and unleashes his massive load. It has nowhere to go but straight down my esophagus.

“Clean it up,” he says. Wow, deja vue.. this part is straight outta one of my stories!

I slowly suck it out, using my fingers to brush the slickness away. He is slowly drying, and I suckle his member for a few minutes more. This guy is fun. No need to rush out.

I wonder if he’s trying to go for round two. But his cock’s at 3/4 mast. I’ve already drained him. I look up, and he seems lost in thought

“Can you do anything else?” he askes me after a while.

What could he mean? He couldn’t want to fuck, could he? “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well, I read differently.”

Ahhhh…. it suddenly clicks together. He’s read my blog! I love it when I meet with fans of my blog — they know exactly what I like.

“You want some piss?” he asks me.

“Yeah!” I excitedly move into position a little lower, back still against the corner of the bathroom.

He stands above me, perfectly still, for many minutes. I’m in heaven, mouth around a cock, smelling his crotch scent as I slip out my own cock and handle it near the floor. But his monster hose will not shrink, especially with its end dangling into my mouth. I can’t help licking it, feeling its ridge with my tongue.

“I’m just on the verge…” he says. I’m not complaining. I stare up at him, but I cannot see his face, only the bottom of his rib-cage as he arcs up and looked toward the ceiling. Today I am his servant, and if he needs me for one hour I then I am prepared to stay there.

“Let me try something.” He turns around to the toilet. My eyes are used to the dim light now, and I can now see his perfectly shaped ass, that I had been feeling up for the past 20 minutes. He puts his hands above his butt, penis dangling over the toilet, mentally getting in the mood to piss.

Now he reaches over and turns on the faucet, and leaves it running. The sound of water does it. He turns his body toward me again, smiling. This time, when my mouth closes around his penis, he takes a deep breath, and a sharp tasting stream of urine squirts into my mouth up against my throat. I cough, almost choking with my lips around his cock, but don’t spill any. He smiles in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished, he quickly does up his belt and leaves me in the darkened washroom.