face-fuck – Grindr Fantasies

Italy boy

So I’m in Montreal with my friend, Z and we have a hotel room at the Travelodge. I can’t resist a great deal. The room was advertised for two people, and it’s about the size of a closet. Yet they somehow crammed two single beds into it. It’s about 10 in the morning and Z’s laying back on his bed, scrolling on his phone. I tell him I’m having a guy over. He’s OK with it.

Great. I text the guy back. “He might be in the room but he won’t be participating.”

“ok. But he could idc”

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I turn to my friend. “He’ll be here in six minutes.”

Z sighs and drops his phone on the bed. “I’m going out then. Tell me when you’re done.” He quickly gets his travel bag and leaves.

Moment’s later, there’s a soft knock at the door. I open it and in walks a tall Italian teenager. His curly black hair shines in the light. We exchange pleasantries and he starts to remove his expensive leather Italian shoes and unbuckle his belt. Soon he’s in his underwear, blue, form fitting. I drop to my knees and press my face into his crotch. When I finally look up at him, and he’s staring down at me, I can’t believe this twink came over. Half the guys in my catholic high school were Italian, and even decades later, this is like a dream to me. When I get tired of mouthing the fabric of his underwear, I put my two thumbs under his waist band and yank it down. They slide the ground and he gracefully steps out of them.

I lick his balls, and as I rake my eyes up his perfect abs I see him staring down with great interest. Suddenly I mouth his dick and he moans in excitement. I run my hands over his firm butt, just feeling every inch of him and he begins to hump into my mouth, slamming his fat dick head against my throat. I pull off, and see that it’s huge, with a slight curve upwards, so thick it’s oval shaped with a flat top. And, unlike many thick cocks I’ve seen, it’s long too. I push him toward the bed, and he sits on it.

“Where-ever you’re most comfortable,” he says. Soon we are both on the bed, and I am on my knees between his outstretched legs, deep-throating him. I’m not sure it’s working, but he seems to be enjoying it. We go for a while, and when I stop for a break, he gets up and throws one leg off the bed. What’s going on?

He gets up, then motions for me to lie down. He reaches down, grabs my arms and yanks me, so I’m face up, with my head hanging off the side of the bed. When I open my mouth, he smiles, then reaches down and grabs his dick, aiming it. With a gentle nudge, it goes all the way, hitting parts of my throat that have never been hit before. I don’t usually gag. I can hold my breath, but somehow, there is some spot deep in there that doesn’t want to be hit that I didn’t even know about. I let him hump a few times before I have to let out a deep breath, and he pulls off and lets me lick his balls a little, balancing his massive cock on my chin. I look up and see him staring back at me, with an odd smile on his face.

He goes in, again sliding it deep within my throat. He doesn’t fuck, but is just letting it sit there and slowly slide out again so I can take a breath. I wonder if it’s even working for him. Most guys in their 20s and 30s need to be stroked quickly to get anywhere. After a few more times, he pulls out all the way.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks.

“In my throat.” My voice is raspy. “Deep, deep in my throat.” Makes sense. He’d said he just turned 18.

He gazes down at me and smiles. I look deep into his brown eyes, I can see fire in them, an adventurous spirit, and something else—a hunger and excitement, like a fox about to capture his prey. “I’m almost going to cum,” he says. He uses his hand to point his dick again, and leaning his body forward, slides in. Once again his weighty balls are resting on the bridge of my nose and I’m staring up his ass crack.

I’m holding my breath, with my hands pressed against his thighs, ready to but trying my best not to shove him off of me. He’s barely thrusting, resting it there like a python in a log. He just twitches his hips a little, pulling it in and out mere millimeters. I think he’s edging. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I can feel myself getting dizzy, but I tell myself I am deep under the ocean, with no way to take a breath until I break the surface.

Suddenly his breathing quickens. He moans deeply in ecstasy and inches from my face I can see his ass muscles squeezing together as I feel my throat filling with heat: blast after blast of the teen’s thick load. It lasts more than 10 seconds until he pulls out, dribbling cum up the side of my face, over my forehead and into my hair. Immediately, I roll onto my side and launch into a coughing fit.

I manage to hold up my hand. “I’m OK. Thanks, I liked it,” is all I manage to get out.

He laughs. “Good, I think it was a lot.”

I grin, finally able to suppress the coughs. “It was.”

We chat for a minute. He’s visiting from Italy with his dad. Montreal is a nice place. I’m surprised people stay out so late here, but where he comes from, they do as well. But he agrees that there’s just something different in Montreal. A feel-good feeling of friendliness, and a more vibrant culture.

“Can I use your washroom?” he asks.

I nod, and he goes into the small washroom (a closet within a closet) to clean up and apparently also to comb his hair. I grab my phone and text Z to come back.

No sooner has the Italian teen left than my friend opens the door. He’s suspicious. “I saw him in the lobby. He was looking at me. How did he know it was me?”

Lucky guess? I might have described Z a little to him in the texts.

“Yeah, I was sitting near the elevator and he gave me the strangest look… and then he was on his phone. Seemed pretty happy.”

When the maid left

It had taken a while to coordinate, but I finally get to meet this busy professional guy. He’s home Tuesday morning. We just need to wait for his cleaning lady to leave.

“She’s supposed to clock in at two hours😞”

Finally, I show up at his lush apartment lobby. He’s waiting on a couch. His thick black hair is braided into locks. He looks up at me and smiles, his dark skinned cherubic cheeks full of friendliness.

I greet him and we take the elevator up to his apartment.

“Your apartment smells so clean!” I tell him.

He laughs. “For now it does.” He goes over to sit on the couch and there’s an awkward pause. “I’m kind of nervous, so …”

“Don’t be.” I take off my shirt and kneel on the floor in front of him. I notice he’s prepared: he’s sitting on a towel. I lean down and wrap my lips around his gorgeous dick. I hear him gasp and look up at him. “Do you want to … piss first?” I ask. We had discussed it, and if it was going to happen then I would have to make sure he stayed soft.

“I do,” he says, beaming. He gets up and I shuffle backwards a few steps. I watch in anticipation as he lowers his jeans and lets his dick hang down. Even soft, it is a good seven inches long. The tip is still covered with its blanket of wrinkly foreskin. I carefully close my mouth around it, trying not to stimulate it.

When I look up, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back a moment. “Ah, here it comes,” he warns.

I feel it blasting against my tongue and filling my mouth. I have skills now—I no longer need to take my mouth off to swallow. Instead, I take more of it in. The piss pooling around the bulk of his dick in the back of my throat trigger my swallow reflex and I can gulp it down. It tastes pungent, and it burns like vodka in my throat. But I have no choice. Although we are standing on a towel, I have to keep gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his golden gift. I look up at him, and his shirt – cowbell beer – and imagine that I am just drinking beer through a big gushy straw. It helps.

“I think that’s it.” He looks down at me with a sheepish grin. I smile and pull off a little to swallow the last bit, which wasn’t enough to guzzle. Then I’m right back onto him, no longer caring about keeping it soft. His pole inflates in my mouth, reaching down to my throat. I push him down on the couch and he sits there with my face in his lap, as I work his dick. It is long and remains floppy, and I worry that he won’t be able to cum. I’m almost afraid to ask about the next thing we’d arranged.

“Want me to lie down and you can fuck my mouth?” I suggest.

“Sure,” he says. “We can move to the bedroom.”

When I get around the corner I realize it must have been his hiding spot from the maid. He quickly throws off the crumpled blanket, revealing wrinkled blue sheets. We get the towel under me and I lay down, face up, with my mouth open. He gets up on top of me, kneeling over my head and I see him looking down at me, as he fondles his dick over my face. I reach up and grab it. It’s still floppy and I slap myself, feeling its weight against the side of my nose.

Finally, he leans down, I am trapped under a roof of umber abs with a dick waving above my face. I stick out my tongue and lick the balls hanging above me. I hear him moan with every stroke of my tongue across his dusky skin. Finally I tilt back enough to reach the tip of his dick and slurp it in. I massage its softness with my tongue and it slowly snakes its way further and further down my mouth, like a soft thick tentacle. Finally, he settles down over me and starts to thrust his hips.

I can still breath through my nose, and little by little he becomes more vigorous until it slips so far down my throat that it blocks my airways. I hold out as long as I can, staring up his gorgeous abs as he thrusts down into my throat, until I feel a gurgle and cough, and liquid from my belly surges up around his member.

Always considerate, he stops and turns to look down at me. I gasp for air quickly and then flash him a smile. I wipe the liquid off my face with the towel.

“You’re amazing,” he says, genuinely in awe. “So, should I just cum down your throat then?”

“Yes, please do.” I gasp and take two or three swimmer’s breaths before I close my eyes and he settles down again. This time, I know I won’t get to breath until he is done, so I try to relax as he continues to thrust. It is a great mental effort, like meditation, to do this. I feel like choking again, but somehow I manage to hold out.

“I’m gonna–” he moans, then doubles down again. My eyes snap open and all I can see is his fuzz covered crotch relentlessly slamming down again and again. I feel the heat coming off of his body and I can see his crotch skin glistening with sweat. His moans are low and guttural. Soon, his dick swells and I hear him panting and start to slow. I quickly look up and see his abs pulsing and at the same time I feel a warm fullness in my oesophagus. He grunts and stays still while he pumps his load straight down into my belly.

I can’t take it. I need to breathe. I tap his thigh, and he reluctantly withdraws and leans over onto his side. His dick plops out, dragging mucous across my face and I lay there a few moments more, sucking in precious air. My chest, face, and even my hair is covered in his sweat and mucous from my throat.

“Would you like some water?” he asks, always the considerate host.

“No, I’m alright. I’ll use your bathroom though … I think I smell like piss.”

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.

A Morning with Two Tops

My old buddy, Jay, is single again, I think. He’s been appearing on the Grindr grid a lot recently. Two years ago, I visited his apartment often. He has a beautiful cock and knows how to use it, mercilessly holding down my face and fucking deeply every time. When I see in his profile that he wants a bj, its with some excitement that I message him.

“Sorry just jerked off,” comes the reply.

Ah well. But someone else has texts me. A kinky guy with his own apartment. I’d seen him last Friday. In his bathroom, I had demonstrated my trick of downing his golden shower straight from the tap.

“Hey man, would you be interested to blow me and a buddy this morning?”

YES.

“OK, we will hop in the shower – should be ready in 10-15 minutes.”

A few minutes later I’m at the apartment building. His room door is cracked open, so I open without knocking. My kinky host wears nothing but a towel. The young professional is in his late 20s and his eyes are full of excitement as I drop my coat on the floor. He leads me through the kitchen of the studio apartment.

“After the shower we got cold, so we got started already.”

“Long time no see.” My jaw drops. My brown friend Jay, who claimed he had “just jerked off” sheepishly peeks out at me from under the blanket. The coincidences are too strange. The two men didn’t know it, but they had both indulged my piss fantasies. But today we were doing something different.

Mark, our host, is obviously unaware of our history.

“Why don’t you come up here and suck us both,” he says. Jay flings off the comforter to let him in the bed, and I see two sets of hairy legs pointed at me, one with brown skin and the other white. It’s clear that Mark’s cock bigger. It’s thick too, like a ridiculously sized dildo. Eyes locked on his face, I crawl up to his massive balls and give them a lick. He hands a bottle of poppers to Jay. I gently lick the foreskin around tip of his monster member, and taste his wet sticky precum already. I can’t help slurping it in, feeling the slickness of every last drop on my tongue, just as I when I visited him on Friday.

“You better suck him now.” He pushes my head aside toward the brown dick.

Oh yeah, the poppers must be kicking in, and we have to take advantage of them. I jump right in – I can’t help it – two hands are pushing me down, and I feel his cock bump against my tonsils, bend, and then under the pressure suddenly spring down into my throat. I feel his hands on my head and his but lifts off the bed. Jay gleefully shoves his cockhead all the way in, even as I struggle to breath. I remember this! I know what he wants – he has to fuck my throat, hit that one spot that makes him feel good. I reach around and squeeze his tight butt cheek, so small it fits in my hand, and help him thrust up into my face.

I can’t lift my eyes to look, but I can hear the muffled moans as two tops are are kissing passionately.

“No no, be rough with him. Not me!” Mark says.

“Sorry,” Jay says, and grabs my head in both hands, and while fucking it, bends me sideways, planting my ear on Mark’s leg. His hard cock rams into my molars, but he doesn’t care. He shoves it until it bends into my throat again. I gag, something I haven’t done in a long time.

I feel like I’ve been neglecting Mark, but I haven’t had a choice.

“What do you say we get him to lie back and face fuck him,” Mark suggests after watching and stroking himself.

“Sure,” sighs Jay, and reluctantly releases me. I gasp, sucking oxygen into my deprived lungs.

They get out of the bed and I lay back, head hanging off the bed, and Mark immediately positions himself over my face. I see his ballsack hanging down and he holds his cock to put it into my facehole.

Our host moans as he uses my mouth to pleasure himself. He goes slowly, letting me take breaths. Upside down between his hairy thighs, I see Jay saunter up, grab his cock, and press it into Mark’s butt. I’m getting the best view.

Immediately Mark’s already thick cock stiffens in my mouth, and he gasps. In moments, he seems ready to burst, but stops himself, and pulls out.

“Your turn,” he gasps, hand around his dick as he steps aside.

“You’re way too gentle,” says Jay. “I know him. He likes it. Here, let me show you.”

I see a pair of hairy brown legs get in front of me. He thrusts his long brown cock through my lips, and pushes in. Once again I feel it bump my tonsils, bend, and then slip into my throat. Lying face up, it goes in much farther this time and immediately I can’t breath again. And then I feel his hand grip the underside of my jaw, roughly holding my head steady as he presses himself in even further. I’m being strangled, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. His balls flatten against my nose. His cock fills my throat and I know if I try to breath I will gag immediately, so I just stare at the underside of his ass.

“You like it like that. Don’t you!” he says, as he starts to thrust in and out.

But it is too deep. Suddenly I panic. I’m drowning. I reach out and shove him. My airways are free, and I want to breath again. Instead, my gut churns and I heave. I’m spun around now, and a puddle of thick clear liquid lies on the hardwood floor under me. I lay there gasping. Someone throws a towel on me, and when I wipe my eyes, I hear the shower running and Mark is getting some paper towels from the kitchen.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” I say. I clean myself off with the towel and awkwardly get up. I feel terrible, like I’ve just dumped my dinner on the floor at a restaurant, and all I can do is helplessly watch as our host cleans. The bathroom is just around the corner, so I go there to escape. Jay is already in the shower, so I hop in beside him, and wash off the sweat and mucous. Even after the embarrassment, I can feel myself getting hard again as I am standing beside Jay’s thin athletic body, and I want desperately to touch him as he scrubs his ass with soap.

When we get out, Mark has cleaned up the mess and is already wearing a white bathrobe. I just want to salvage the threesome. “I think we can keep going,” I say tentatively.

They look at each-other. Then Mark looks down at himself, and slowly slips off the bathrobe. His cock juts out. “I game,” he says grinning, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We all leap into bed again. The bedding is soft against my freshly showered skin. Mark lays there, slowly jerking and Jay is beside him. They turn to each other and kiss. I put my hand on Marks and remove it from his cock as I take over with my mouth. He moans as I slowly work my lips over it from his balls to the tip, and then start to pump my head up and down. I hear him breathing loudly through his nose as his lips are pressed against Jay’s. Suddenly he gives a great moan and his thick member unleashes a geyser of cum up into my mouth. I seal my lips around it as it pulses and I manage to down it all. Only a single white drop escapes and drips down onto his balls. When he is done I lick that up too.

I turn to Jay and he is staring at me, eyes wide as he strokes himself. He is in the midst of an orgasm and three streaks of cum are already leading up to his dark brown nipples.

“Um, you know he swallows, right?” Mark says.

Jay collapses back onto the pillows, “Fuck me! Yeah I guess I forgot.”

“Well now you know for next time.” I say, wiping my lips with my wrist.

Demon in the Dark

I have a memory of a memory. I’m a young boy, I don’t know, maybe eleven years old, and I’m lying in my bed in the darkness. I feel a tightness in my chest, and eventually I sense a dark, formless figure. It is sitting on me. It is heavy like a dog, and it terrifies me. I can’t move. I can’t even lift my arm. I want to cry out to my mommy down the hall. But all I can do struggle to fill my lungs with air, while staring, petrified, into the shifting features of the horrific, shadowy beast. I do not know how I make it through the night. When I awake, my pyjamas are soaked, and the thing has fled.

The night terror never returned to me, but it had buried itself in my mind. As I grew older, I began to remember more. What was that, lying against my tummy? Was it the fuzz of a scrotum? Maybe it wanted something, but I was too afraid, and too young to recognize its erection. As a teenager, I would lie under my blanket, hand moving inside my white briefs, thinking of it. I even tried to conjure it, promising that I would do whatever depraved thing it wanted. But soon, somehow, my mind turned to girls, and the demon was forgotten.

I am well into my thirties, and I have not thought of it in years. But tonight something transpired that dredged up these ancient dreams and left me shaken.

It’s winter. The polar vortex has exhaled its icy breath over University Town. I’m free in the evening for the first time in months, and I happen to see a familiar, faceless profile on Grindr. Even after five months, he remembers me. It takes only two messages before I’m driving over.

When he leads me into his apartment, my pulse quickens. You wouldn’t notice him if he were in an office cubical next to you. Yet I know what he’s capable of. I’m sure we would make great friends, if I dared to ask. He’s close to my age, for one, and from his bookshelf, it seems we are both closet geeks. After taking off my boots, we head straight to his bedroom.

I see a copy of Predictably Irrational, a book on business psychology, lying on the floor. “Hey, I read that! It’s useful,” I remark.

“I’ve been meaning to finish it,” he says. He’s still got his pants on. They are tan in colour, suitable for the office, and they look pricey. They fit him perfectly, and the suede textured material closely hugs his ass. I can see the top of his boxers against his tight abdomen. He pulls off his shirt, revealing his firm body, and walks around the bed to the window. Outside, across a small lake, we see the buildings and lights of University Town. With a quick pull, the view disappears behind his thick velvet curtains.

My pants and shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and I leap into his bed, sliding up to relax against the headboard.

The outline of his erection is clear and left leaning. From across the room, he locks eyes with me. His gaze is intense, like he is looking into my soul.

“What are you looking for?” he asks. “Same as last time?”

“Yeah. I just like to be used.”

I feel his eyes raking over my body as he approaches. He reaches towards the lamp.

The room disappears into darkness.

“Well this is different,” I remark. He doesn’t respond, but I hear the rustling of his pants sliding off.

His hand brushes against my side, and the bed creaks as he mounts it. He’s straddling my waist. My eyes are beginning to adjust. I see only his dark outline rising up above me. A sliver of light reflects from the smooth head of his penis. Erect and ready, it slopes under its own weight towards my chest. I feel his hands reaching for me, finding my shoulders, and shoving me down. I obey, and slide my body down, slipping along his silky smooth sheets.

Under me, something hard digs into my naked back and I wince. I open my mouth to tell him, but I only manage to gasp before he stuffs himself in. He grips its base, shakes it around, slapping my molars and soft parts alike. I close my lips around it and taste his delicious saltiness. I let my tongue roll its head, feeling its smooth yet squishy texture.

He slowly pulls it out then shuffles closer to my face. His balls, shaved smooth, press against my nose. I open up to receive them, and suck one into my mouth. I slowly suck on it and hear him gasp above me. I’ve found something he loves.

A moment later he presses his penis through my lips once again.

“Suck,” he tells me.

I try to maintain a suction, which becomes difficult as he plunges his member against the back of my mouth, and pulls it out again. I can see nothing but darkness, and the thing poking my back is breaking my concentration. I bend my elbow back and my fingers close around the pointed object that is bothering me. I pull it out and hold it up in front of me.

Wordlessly, he takes it from my hands, and without removing his penis from my mouth, leans over and puts it beside the lamp.

His hands go back onto my shoulders again, and he thrusts a while. Then, unexpectedly, he rolls back out of the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lay down. With your head off the bed.”

“Oh! Sure,” I say. Damn, I intentionally choose this position because it gives me more control. Last time he face-fucked me, he nearly suffocated me. Not that I didn’t enjoy it.

“I will try.” I spin around and lay back, head dangling from the side of the bed. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” I take a deep breath. At this point, I don’t know about the strange and terrifying thing that’s going to happen.

He steps forward, and I sense the warmth of his thighs around my ears, before he plunges his cock into my mouth. He gasps when it hits the back, and I brace myself, and allow it to slide down further. I stare up into the darkness and imagine what awesome sight I would be seeing if only the light were on. You’re fine, I tell myself. You can do this.

He pushes against my ribs with his hands, and draws himself out again. I slurp in a wet breath around his cock before he slams his body forward again. Maybe because he can’t see me, he is much rougher than last time. In the darkness I can hear his breath, coming in short gasps of pleasure. I focus on them to stop the urge to vomit. He’s sliding so far forward now he lifts one knee and then the other onto the bed, beside my shoulders. He’s directly over my face now. When he bounces on his knees, his penis drives straight down away from his body into my open mouth and deep into my throat.

I retch, and he pulls it out, stroking himself, and presses his balls against my mouth. I oblige and slurp them in, greatful for the break. I massage them in turn with my lips as I hear him gasping above me.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and shimmies even further forward. over my face. I’m licking his perineum. I can feel him stroking himself over my chest, bending his body to direct my licks further and further into his crack. In a moment, he’s sitting on my face. I suck in a breath through my nose. The air is rife with the smell of his fabric softener, his musky aroma, and the tiniest whiff of nastiness.

So far, everything is going great. I rake my tongue up through his crack, letting it slide over each thick, unshaven wiry ass hair, and finally shove it into his puckered hole.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes, plopping himself down onto my face. I open up and give his ass hairs a wet, sucking kiss. I’m making out with his bottom now, and his moans of pleasure mix with my own moans of appreciation at being able to serve him.

Suddenly he pulls away, flips around and crouches over my chest, his hands still moving furiously over his cock. I can see only his dark silhouette, his back is arched towards the ceiling.

His features seem to shift in the darkness. All of a sudden, pictures come flooding into my mind. They are a memory of a memory, warped by time. I feel a cold sweat break out, and I grip the sheets with my fists. It is like I am at the top of a ski hill, so high I cannot see the bottom, and I’m about to jump. It is terror, and excitement all at once.

Above me, the dark figure moves its fists over its cock, readying itself for what it has been waiting to do, for all these god damned years.

It stops and glares at me. I see the light glinting off its eyes, but I can’t make out his face. My imagination whirls. It looks like it has an impossibly huge mouth, filled with sharp spikes instead of teeth.

“You wanna eat my load?” the creature rasps.

“Uh huh” I squeak.

“What did you say?”

“Yes please, sir”

“Take it.” it barks, pointing its penis towards me, almost straight down. I feel its other paw behind my head, lifting me up, and as the cock passes through my lips. The dark figure thrusts itself into my face, its hands press me into it, forcing me to eat its large, slick cock all the way down to the thick pubic hair. It thrusts like an animal and I can hear it panting and grunting. And then, as if to further impress me with its size, it stops, and flexes its cock muscles. It expands in my mouth, contracts. Expands, contracts.

He’s not flexing, I realize as I feel a thickness surge in back of my throat. It tastes like pure evil, bitter yet decadent. I close my lips around it and lightly suck. I hear deep, ragged breaths above me as each pulse fills my mouth with more. Soon the pulses have stopped, but the dark form holds my face tightly against his body, forcing me to suckle him and draw out every precious bit of his demon seed while he softens. I swallow it all, just as I had promised.

The form shifts, reaches behind itself, feeling around the darkness for something. A hand, hot as fire, closes around my own cock. I usually don’t like getting reciprocated, but like in my ancient dream, I am paralysed and powerless to stop him. The beast roughly yanks my dick from my briefs and begins to pump it. With my mouth still being impaled, I feel the unstoppable wave rising within me, and I tense up, trying to hold it inside. My cries are muffled against its flesh as I buck my hips into the air and shoot my pent up sperm onto its wrist. Waves of orgasm release me from my paralysis as my butt hits the bed again, and I feel thick, hot ropes land on my belly.

I’m done, and it hurts now. The demon carries on stroking without slowing down. I cannot speak with my mouth full. I squirm, but each time I move my waist, the cursed hand follows, ceaselessly stroking without mercy. My eyes well with tears and they spill over my cheeks, and just as I did before, I give up and submit to him. He holds me there, and I lie under him, feeling empty and used, until his dick is completely flaccid and pops from my mouth on its own.

I do not know how long I lay there. When the light comes on, the demon is gone, and only my unassuming hookup remains. My skin is slick with sweat and cum, mostly mine. The sudden chill makes me shiver.

I search around for something to wipe myself. Finding nothing, I wait while he towels his own crotch and meticulously wipes his wrist before he tosses it to me. I use the corner to dab the tears from my eyes.

We do not speak until I am dressed. I do not have words to describe what happened. Instead, we talk about the weather until I am in the elevator and the door closes. Then, knees weak, I collapse against the railing and wait there until long after I reach the ground floor, just trying to process what I have just experienced.

I can’t wait to see him again.