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I Topped

He was a tall, skinny 18 year old twink last time. Last October, at 9 in the morning, he invited me over. After I got there he casually mentioned that he was taking a lot of drugs the night before. Okayyyy… His cock was soft and reeked of tobacco. I was afraid I’d get high as I sucked him off in his basement, listening to his younger brother stomp around upstairs. Though I couldn’t bring him to cum, I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth for the whole day. He was hot, though, and had a really casual attitude that made me feel super comfortable with him. Even if nobody climaxed, it was darn fun to be around him.

Now, a year later, his Mom was working again and his brother was in school, and he had the place to himself during the day. He’d mentioned something about milking him while rimming him, wanting to be “sub trained”, so I brought along a flogger. He knew I wouldn’t top, but he was so horny today it didn’t matter.

“I forgot to ask,” he messaged. “Are you OK with watersports? Like with me being peed on, not you.”

Yes and yes!

“I’m gonna take a shower. Definitely just come right in the sliding door and make yourself at home,” he wrote.

Usually I hate walking into stranger’s houses. Luckily when I showed up he let me right in and led me to the living room.

“Hi!” he said brightly, brushing his shoulder-length brown hair out of eyes. “Let’s get some porn going here.”

I looked around nervously, as the front door of the house was right there, and we were visible through the kitchen to the sliding doors in the backyard. A family desktop computer sat on a small table in the living room, and he already had 18 tabs of Pornhub open.

“Don’t worry. My mom’s at work and nobody’s coming back for a while.” He nonchalantly dropped his pants, revealing a soft cut penis. Then he leaned down to the keyboard, butt in the air, and started looking through the videos.

He picked one with a hot teen in it, but it was just him talking so he had to change it. “So what do you want to do?” he asked, turning toward me.

“Let’s start with the rimming,” I told him.

“My favourite!” He got on the floor. His tiny twink butt pointed in the air and spread, showing his hairless hole. I got down and licked it, and he moaned with excitement.

Without warning, I slapped his ass so hard he flinched and yelped. “Say thank-you sir,” I demanded.

“Thank-you sir,” he said, moaning in pleasure. His penis hung down to the floor, growing hard.

“Very good. Now you will be rewarded.” I slid my head under him and twisted around, sucking his long dick into my mouth. He yelped again in surprise, and then moaned as I used my my thumb to massage his slick hole.

We played a while, with me repeatedly slapping him the teen kept getting hornier. He looked back at me, panting. “What else you wanna do?”

I knew he wanted to be fucked, but I had never successfully topped before. Time to move on. “Well I gotta pee,” I told him.

“Fuck yeah, let’s go to the shower?” he leaped off the ground and bounded down the steps to the basement, cock bouncing under him. I followed him and he rounded a corner, into the bathroom with a small corner shower. By the time I got there, he was bent down on the shower floor with his, tight, slick asshole pointed into the air. “Try to hit the hole,” he begged. “I don’t know what it is, but I am just addicted to that feeling of piss hitting it.”

I pulled out my cock, took aim, and instantly a shower of piss spattered out everywhere. The droplets of pure yellow beaded up all over his back and soaked into his long dark hair. “There you go,” I said as I manipulated it into a stream. I let it all out, sighing with relief as I stood above the teen and pissed as hard as I could directly into his puckered asshole. The sound of it spattering against his skin, running down his hairless balls and dripping down into the drain echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.

When I was done, he turned around and sat down in the yellow puddle of piss, sighing contentedly. “That was awesome,” he said.

“Hit the spot eh?”

“Yeah! I’ll just shower it off quickly now,” Then he closed the glass door, and showered off. As he shampood his long hair, I stood right by the door, staring down at his soapy ass, and rubbed my dick.

“You didn’t bring any other toys, did you?” he asked me once we were back in family room. “I’m kind of weird. I take a while to warm up to fingers in my ass, but strangely cock is no problem.”

“Sorry, I just brought the flogger.” Besides, toy sharing is not safe. “Have you tried a cucumber? Banana?”

His eyes lit up, and he rushed to the kitchen, coming back with a thick yellow banana. We quickly covered it with a condom. He got on the couch and I squirted some lube on his crack, and he began to push it in. I put my hand on his and helped him.

His face twisted in determination, and then he pulled it out. The end of the banana was sagging inside the condom. “It squished,” he said.

“Yeah… Unfortunately if a banana squished there’s no way I’d get in there. The two times I’ve tried before, I’m always too soft.” I took a breath and looked around. “Maybe try a carrot?”

“We have literally no carrots in the house.”

“Marker? Hair brush?”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god yes!” He leaped up the flight of stairs and rummage through a drawer. I saw him grab something and he carried it back down, holding it up high.

“Got anymore of that lube? I mean, I think I might have some somewhere…”

“No problem,” I said, and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. With one hand, he massaged it over his whole, and lay back on the couch, legs in the air. The other hand was on his phone, finding stuff on Pornhub. I looked down at my own phone, but I didn’t need it. I just stared at the teen on the couch beside me.

He gradually slid his mom’s hairbrush inside himself, and moaned. “I think I found a new favorite thing. I gotta hide this when we are done.”

I just stared at him, transfixed. I couldn’t get my eyes off his hole as it seemed to grip the brush handle on its own and draw it into himself, eliciting a wave of pure pleasure throughout his body with every millimeter he managed to push.

I was slowly pulling on my cock beside him. I was getting very hard and moreover I seemed to be staying that way. I slid off the couch and got a new condom and the lube, and ripped it open.

“You gonna try?” he beamed at me.

I didn’t say anything. Usually by the time the condom gets on I’m squishy again. I squeezed a dollop of lube out and rubbed it over my condom covered cock, which was still hard as ever.

He pulled out the comb and maneuvered himself around, putting his butt over the edge of the couch. He wrapped his hands around hie feet and and pulled them back, and his hole gaped before me. I reached down and positioned my cock head in front of it, and PUSHED.

“Uh uh no you gotta go slow!” he shouted.

“Right, sorry.” I stayed where I was, and started to fuck his hole, just the tip. Gradually I could feel the condom sliding against his skin, letter more of me inside.

“That’s good,” he told me. “Yeah you can go in further now… I can feel it open up.”

And then, all at once, I slid past… something… and I was fucking him. He moaned with each thrust, and I could feel his pleasure as well as my own as I went faster and faster.

“This is great,” he said between breaths. “You’re just the right size and everything!” And then his eyes rolled back into his head as he seemed lost in the moment, still moaning. After a while, a bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto his taut belly.
“Don’t tire yourself out,” he told me. “I am more than happy with this so far. You are really good at this.”

I decided that I really like this guy. I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going. I felt so happy. I topped. I have topped. Am I a top? I just love to give pleasure. And it was plain that the kid was high on pleasure right now, because of my fucking cock inside of him.

Eventually, I did stop, pulled out and lay down to rest on the couch beside him.

He was still gushing about how good I was. “You were so good! I mean it! Some guys are so big and they don’t know how hard to push. I’m so glad you came. I was literally trying to get someone to fuck me all of yesterday.”

When I got to my car I just sat there, smiling. I topped! And then he messaged:

“I know you’re kind of new. If you’re into it maybe I can top you sometime and try and point out the things people taught me that helps.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” I wrote back before I could stop myself.

Threesome in Shanghai

I’m in Shanghai. My travel partner just left to go play League of Legends at an Internet bar. I finally have the room to myself. He’s my lifeline in this country. I can hardly speak a word of the local language, and nobody here can can speak English. But that’s not a problem if you can Google. In a few minutes later, I’m on Blued, the local app, chatting in one window with Google translate running in the background.

It isn’t until I post a picture of myself that my screen lights up. Here, I’m exotic. Everyone wants to meet with me and show me around. At my age, it feels wonderful to get so many notifications. I can’t even read most of them. Everyone wants me.

One stands out from the rest. A 23 year old. Eventually I work out that he’s actually two guys.

“You are 01?” he asks. A button right in the app translates it to English.

I quickly message my gay friend, who is still busy at the Internet bar. “What’s 01 mean?”

“Where did you hear that? What are you doing?”

“I just want to know.”

“It means bottom/top…”

“Oh thanks,” I tell him. Back to the other screen, I write in primitive Chinese: “I not 0. I not 1. I desire to give you mouth.”

The two guys still want to meet, but they won’t send a picture. I keep asking, but they keep saying the same thing.

“I am good. He is good. Will you meet us?”

“You first give me picture image, then I with you together meet,” I bang out in garbled script.

Finally, he sends one, a grainy picture of himself, eyes glowering at me for the indignity of being made to send a picture. The picture deletes itself after one second.

“OK. Come to my hotel very quick. I will meet you in the lobby.” I write back, copying and pasting from Google. I send a picture of the hotel logo on the ash tray, because without knowing their pronunciation,I’m unable to type the strange characters.

“No want. We come to your level. We are too embarrassed.”

I take a deep breath. They are killers. They are going to handcuff me to the bed and ransack the room, taking my cash and phone. That’s why they want to meet. This is so utterly stupid. My heart is pounding.

“Room 401.” I tell them, and lay back in the bed. I’m gripping my phone so hard, my knuckles are white.

Fuck. I’m addicted to danger. The thrill of it courses through my veins like a drug. I feel high. I jump up, and pace the room. Any moment, my buddy could come back and find us. Not that he’d care. We are the best of friends, but he only likes grizzled hairy bears. I almost want him to come. Maybe it would be safer. What have I gotten myself into?

I hear a light knock on the heavy wooden door. This is it. I check out the viewport, and see them, their distorted visage. The younger one is still glowering.

I open the door, and the two men flow in like a damn burst. The hair of one is slightly greying and he has a small belly. He drops his bag on the desk. I move back, standing by the bed, while they look around and mutter things to each other that I cannot understand.

The other man is much younger. He’s the one from the picture, but this time he is smiling. Unlike his “dad”, the teen’s tan skin is smooth and perfect. He looks into my eyes and, my cock stiffens. They come up to me, still talking to each other. The older man gestures towards the second bed in the room.

“Ni de peng you shenme shi ho hui lai,” he says. I recognize the word for friend, and when. They are asking me when my friend will return, I think.

“He’ll come back soon,” I tell them, speaking slowly and clearly in English. “We should have enough time.”

They look at me blankly. They don’t understand.

I have no idea how to respond. After a moment I grab my phone, start Google translate, and message my response in the Blued app. “My friend will return soon.”

When the teenager reads out his phone, the older man’s face flashes with a worried expression. They start to argue. The boy seems to plead with him and he gives in, finally turning to me with a half smile. “O K.” he says. “It O K”.

They are touching me now, running their hands over my body through my clothes. My eyes are locked on the teen’s body. The older man pulls up my shirt. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head.

When I reach over to do the same, the teen he obligingly removes his shirt, revealing his thin torso and six pack. He sneers as he sees me drinking him in with my eyes, says something, and they both laugh.

“Wo xiang..” I begin.. speaking badly. I try again, slowly, to get the intonation right. “Wo xiang… gei… ni… kou.” I want to give you mouth.

They laugh again, saying something to me. I can only shake my head. I can’t understand them.

I’ve been ignoring the dad so much I didn’t notice that he had his cock out, and was tugging on it casually with with one hand.

He wraps his other arm around me, and grabs my ass, giving it a solid squeeze, before grabbing hold of my shorts and pulling them down. I help him and I am naked.

He says something and points behind me. There, sprawled on my bed is the teen, his beautiful body on display. I can’t even move. I’m paralysed staring at his body. His skin is a beautiful tan color. Two dark pink nipples sit teasingly on his smooth chest. The sides of his body curved beautifully inwards under his arms, down the sides of his belly and then out slightly at his hips, then down his thighs and legs. His soft ‘innie’ belly button looks tasty as hell. A ‘V’ shape formed nicely down to his smoothly shaved crotch with his rock hard stiffy pointing directly up at his belly. Six inches of hard, pink flesh was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

I lean down and run my hands on the ridges of the teens rock solid abs. When he holds out his cock at me, I plant my chin against the hotel comforter and run my tongue up against his perineum. I can taste the sweat of the day, despite his shower. It’s 48 degrees outside, after all. I mouth the skin of his soft balls, and slowly make my way up his throbbing penis, already wet with precum before I let it slide through my lips.

He utters a low sound of appreciation as I engulf his penis and let his flavour ooze out over my tongue. Soon I am sucking it like a lollipop.

I feel strong hands caressing my back, making their way lower down my body. The older man bends down over me, and grips my own penis in his rough calloused hands, and starts stroking. This spurs me on, and I begin to bob my head quickly.

Now the teen’s hands fly to my head. I stop my movements and let him fuck, his ass grinding against the bed as he thrusts up into my face. In a moment, his dick pulses and I feel his load spurting out against the back of my throat. I try to help, but he is sensitive. He pulls it out and away from me, swings over and sits on the edge of the bed. I don’t want to stop touching him. I run my palm against his back, just to prove that he is real and this isn’t a dream.

His dad interrupts me, saying something incomprehensible. When I look up questioningly, he sidles up to me. With one hand on his cock, and the other pushes against my shoulder powerfully, forcing me to bend lower. I slide off the bed and onto my knees, and swallow, still feeling the thick gob of the boy’s spunk in my throat.

The man moves closer to me, slaps his four inch cock against my cheek. As he drags it across my face it leaves a slick trail of precum. When he rams it against my lips I’m forced to open up. He rests both hands on his hips, and thrusts forward, and I taste his cock.

I feel a warmth behind me, and soft hands closing around my body. The teen is kneeling behind me, and one arm reaches around my chest, and presses against my nipple, before pinching it. The hotel’s air conditioner can scarcely deal with the extreme heat outside, and I can feel the slickness of the boy’s body behind me. I’m trapped on my knees between the twin beds on either side of me and the man in front of me. I’m being embraced – no, held in place – by the boy behind me

The younger man grips my nipple, squeezing and twisting, and at the same time, I feel him grab my dick and start stroking it. I moan my appreciation, just as his dad grips my shoulders for leverage. He takes advantage of my open mouth and begins to thrust his cock into it.

He’s really determined to cum fast and hard. I can’t move. I’m being used, and I love it. With my mouth filled with cock, the boy’s hands quickly coax out my load, which drips onto the carpet.

It isn’t long before I hear the older one shout, “Wo YAO she le”. I ponder what that means, but then I taste the first drops of cum as they spurt from his cock. His body shakes, and he bends forward, almost pulling out as larger globs of sticky cum shot fill my mouth. I try to swallow all of it. It is bitter compared to the boy’s. He grunts, gripping the base of his cock, shaking it off, smirking down at me in satisfaction.

“Xie xie” I tell them. Thanks. But they clearly don’t want to stick around. They hurriedly get dressed again, before leaving as quickly as they came.

It is only later, when companion gets back that I realise that they’ve left their juice bottles on the desk beside our bags.

“You didn’t get any for me?” my friend asks. “What have you been doing, anyway?”

“Not much,” I reply, quickly using my foot to mop up the puddle of cum between our two beds. “Just planning some sights for us to see tomorrow.”

“Oh really. I thought for sure you’d be out having sex or something. That’s why I left you alone for so long!”

Goodbye Master

In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.

Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.

I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.

The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.

He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.

Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.

When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.

“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.

“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.

I became his slave that day.

My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”

“Good. Can you come this morning?”

Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”

He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.

As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.

After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.

Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.

When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.

He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.

“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”

“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.

“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.

He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.

He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.

I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.

Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.

As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.

My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”

“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.

I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.

“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”

“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”

After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.

“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.

“Yes, thank you.”

I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.

Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.

Ali

I hover outside the door of the dilapidated student condo, just across the street from the University, waiting for him to come to the door. Instead, a message comes up.

“Enter the code 9134 and come downstairs”

I peer down at the keypad and punch them in. The door unlocks and I’m in. The staircase is unkempt and muddy from salt and snow. As I round the flight of stairs I see the door at the bottom open. I only see him when I get in front of it.

Ali is 18, as far as I care to know. In the photo he sent me, he was well groomed with a thin black goatee, staring up from the pillow at his camera with large alluring brown eyes. His brown skin was smooth, making me worry about his age. I’m relieved when I see him in person. The guy at the door is a little older. And a little rounder.

I smile. He’s still got the eyes, but the rest of him has succumbed to the frosh fifteen. He’s cute though, and I can’t imagine him needing to ever catfish by sending a fake photo.

He quietly leads me to his room, the first of several in the large basement apartment.

“My room’s a mess. Sorry.” he says.

“Ah, that’s ok.” The smell of rotting chicken is in the air, and several unwashed plates are on his dresser. Several day’s worth of underwear is on the floor.

“Mind if we turn off the light?” He switches off the light, plunging us into the dim glow from the streetlamps outside.

“I have to say, I’m surprised,” I tell him as I toss my coat on the floor. “When we talked a few months ago you were just looking for people to hang out and watch movies together.”

He laughs. “Before, I was looking for friends. And now I am like ‘just fuck it.‘”

He’s standing close to the bed, unsure of what to do.

I sidle up to him, and reach over with one hand and pull my shirt off, in one practised motion. He fumbles with his own, but it’s too late. I’m right in front of him. “Want to make out?” I ask.

As our lips touch, he kisses with the starved passion of a horny teenager. He engulfs my whole mouth and our faces twist against each-other as he nibbles my lips. Growing bolder, his tongue invades my own.

Our hands travel, caressing each other’s bodies. Mine roam downwards, and I cup his hardness which is pressing against his sweat pants. This is why I am here.

I pull away and looking into his eyes for approval, I slowly pull down his pants. He cooperates eagerly and in a moment we are both nude.

We resume kissing and my own cock pokes against his abdomen. In a moment I feel his dick make its way between my legs; it curves upwards and as I am standing I feel like I am riding on it. I can feel him begin to hump against my perineum. I open my eyes and he looks into them with uncertainty, even as he continues to thrusts against me. I allow this. With every motion, my own dick slides along his abdomen.

Finally I reach down between my legs, and grab his invading cock in my fist. As I stroke it I watch his eyes to roll back into his head in pleasure.

He’s gasping. I feel the slickness of his precum between my fingers.

“I really want to suck you,” he says.

I release him. “Go ahead.”

He kicks aside some textbooks on his bedroom floor, kneels down before me, and grasps my cock in his hands. He tries to get a good look, but there is not much to see in the darkness, aside from it’s length. It’s bigger than his, anyway. I flex it to make sure he knows that.

He takes a deep breath, and I gasp as suddenly I am engulfed in the warm softness of the teen’s mouth. He begins to suck with such skill, I swear he’s been doing it for years.

“God that’s good,” I exclaim, and reach behind his head to caress his thick black hair. I pull his head toward me and thrust slightly, making him suck me the way I like.

Maybe I thrust too hard or something. Anyway, he grabs my dick with his other hand and starts to stroke me off, while sucking. I feel my balls getting ready to gush and realize I can’t take much more so I push him off. (I always like to stay horny.)

He stands up and this time I’m kneeling, back against the bed. His penis is already quivering and leaking, so I start off slowly, moving from the bottom to the tip, then back to the bottom again. He wants it so bad, I feel his hands on me, too afraid to press me, but just trying to nudge me closer to his cock head.

I make him wait before finally taking him into my mouth, just a little at first, then more until it’s in my throat, where it belongs.

I swallow and move my tongue, caressing it’s entire area and he gasps.

Then, his hands are on my shoulders, steadying himself as he pulls out, and begins to thrusts in on his own. He seems to like the tip moving through my lips. I have fun caressing his butt in my palms.

Then he stops, lays on the bed, face up. I get between his legs, eager to resume, but his hand is there, stroking himself. I move near him to lick his balls and inhale the heady aroma of his scent.

“You want me to cum on your face?” he asks suddenly.

“No, I like to taste it.” I tell him.

That spurs him on, as his body arches into the air, his head pressed low into the pillow. His hand is a blur.

“Go now. Take it now–” he says, and I feel his other hand clumsily behind my ear, trying to direct me. I lunge at his cock, grabbing it between my lips. His hand moves lower down the shaft to make room, but still moving madly.

“Ahhh ahh—” he grunts, voice breaking into a falsetto. “I’m cummming!“

When I started my adventures I wanted desperately to feel a man cumming inside my mouth. I soon found that this was difficult. For one, cum is at body temperature, so it doesn’t really feel like anything. Often, it’s without taste as well. So I do appreciate the announcement. But this time, for once, I can feel it too. The teen’s cock spasms and his hips shoot up into the air and at the same moment I feel it hitting smack in the middle of my tongue, with all of the pressure of a dentist’s water pick. He keeps shooting, five shots in all, and I can actually feel its thickness against my tongue.

I gulp it down, and then keep sucking gently as his hand falls against his thigh and he lays there, chest heaving. I suck all I can, until he starts to giggle and wriggle away. Cut guys get sensitive.

As I get my clothes back on, he reluctantly gets up from his drowsy aftermath.

“Wait let me check for my roommates,” he warns me. He pokes his head out of his room, then gives me me the signal to go.

I quietly leave and disappear into the night.

Three Hookup Horrors

A meetup from Grindr should be considered tentative until he’s in your house. Half the time, the guy doesn’t show up. He gets freaked out at the last minute and cancels. He has to work. His mom drops by.

If you can get him through the door, you are usually in for a good time. But other times, when you first lay eyes on him, you just know it’s not going to work and now you have to kick the guy out of your fucking house.

These are stories of three failed hookups, with a twist. In all three, the guy being kicked out is me.

The last laugh

The twink has a great smile and he really want’s to suck my dick.

I want to let him. I’m sitting in the Starbucks parking lot, ready to drive, waiting for him to message back. His parents are in Vancouver this week, and he just has to wait for his brother to go to work before he has the house to himself.

“Is he gone?” I text back, getting impatient. I’ve already ignored two other guys while I’ve been waiting.

“Yeah he left. Come over”

I start mapping my way to his house and start the car.

“Wait he came back to get something”

This is not going well. The last thing I want is someone to come home and find his little brother face deep in my crotch. I turn the car off and wait a few more minutes in the parking lot. “Please tell me when you are absolutely sure nobody will come back.”

“Come now.”

Finally, I drive over to the suburban neighbourhood and park several blocks away. As I walk up to the door, my heart flutters. This is very early on in my adventures and I’m still getting the rush, telling me to turn back. I no longer fear being murdered. But I imagine his muscle-bound big brother coming home, and while my friend blubbers and tries to explain I have to shamefully pull up my pants and get my shoes on and slink out the door.

I text him at the door and it opens immediately. He’s a fresh faced boy of eighteen, and after I get my shoes off (and put them in a easily accessible escape location) he leads me to the living room. It’s a modern home, and probably the family’s second. A chandelier hangs from the vaulted ceiling in the white plush carpeted living room.

“Uh – Do you do this often?” I ask. I never know what else to say and this greeting has worked to break the ice before. My heart is pounding now and I still feel nervous. I try to keep it out of my voice.

He smiles and laughs. “Not really, no.” He stands near the couch, which is covered in soft, ivory coloured leather.

I plunk down and settle into the soft cushions, and unbuckle my pants. At this, he sits down beside me. I yank my underwear down and spread open my knees.

He stares down at my crotch for a moment, and giggles.

I’m anxious now. I’ve exposed myself in the family room. I can’t stop looking around, sure that someone will come down the staircase, or the front door will fling open. “Er– It’s not hard yet, but that’ll change pretty quickly once you get started,” I tell him.

He stands up. “I don’t think it’ll work,” he tells me, his nervous giggles turning to outright laughter.

I’m surprised that he’s laughing at my size. On a good day, I’m an easy 7. “Ah, don’t worry, I’m a grower – it gets much bigger…”

“No,” he interrupts, slowly backing away. “I mean, I don’t think I can do this!” He’s stopped laughing.

Consent has been withdrawn. “OK. No worries,” I tell him evenly. While he hovers, I silently latch my belt and clumsily pull on my shoes without undoing the laces.

As I speed-walk back to my car, I start to text him back, to tell him not to worry about it. But as I’m typing the screen implodes and goes back to the grid. I’m blocked.

I’m kicking myself. Damn it! I was a ball of nerves there from the start. I realize then that so far I’ve always relied on the other guy to make me feel comfortable. It’s time to grow up, because it’s just as much my job too.

A week passes. He messages me again from a new profile, sending me his familiar picture again, and asks what I’m into. As I move to text him back, he writes, “Wait I think I saw you b4.” and re-blocks.

This time, I’m LMAO.

The roommate

“I’m an artist,” he tells me, in his Australian accent, after I ask what he does. He’s got blond hair, and he’s pleasantly muscled.

That seems like enough conversation for now. Comfort achieved. I take off my shirt, to show him my own set of toned pecs, and lean down to suck his cock.

His cut penis is smooth as a dolphin’s nose and quickly rises to a full 7”, which I gratefully take into my throat.

The Australian lies back on the bed, completely motionless, and stares at the ceiling.

“Is there anything I could be doing differently?” I ask him.

“Nah.” he grunts.

I lick his balls, work the shaft, the frenulum, swirl my tongue around the smooth head, trying to find his sweet spot. But it seems like nothing works.

Suddenly, he shifts and grabs his phone off the nightstand.

“Sorry mate, my roommates coming back!” he suddenly exclaims. Shit. I stand up and pull my shirt on.

He’s already grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. “Tell you what. I’ll distract her in the garage, you wait a bit and go out the front way.”

“But how long should I wait?” I ask him, panicked.

He pauses, annoyed. “Have a bat, I don’t care. A couple of minutes.”

I dutifully pace his bedroom, looking at the painted pictures on his wall.

I can hear the ticking clock in the kitchen as I carefully pad down the stairs in my socks, silently put on my shoes and slip out the door.

I’m walking across the road before I dare to look back. I see him having a smoke in the empty garage, and then I have to grin at his ingenuity.

What a classy way of being thrown the fuck out!

Gore

STI tests always stress me out. You go in, get swabbed, pee in a cup, and you can’t call for your results for five days. I know that HIV is not a major concern for my oral adventures, as it requires blood to blood contact. I worry about chlamydia, gonorrhoea, and syphilis, which have about a thousand times the prevalence in the general population. During sixteen months of adventures, they’ve never found anything from my oral swabs, and I have begun to believe that blow jobs are as low-risk as they say. Luckily I happen to love doing them.

Yesterday, I had my most recent test, and with the stress of it all, I’m feeling a little worn out lately. There’s nothing like a hookup to get my blood flowing.

I get to his messy bachelor apartment. He stands there, freshly showered, wearing only a purple towel. As soon as I see his face, I realize that this town is too small.

Before I could stop myself, I say, “Hey you look familiar.”

He tenses up. “Why?”

Shit. I should keep things to myself. What I said would freak me out. But too late now. “Do you know Ricky?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah. How do you know him?”

“I don’t really. But I saw you in his Snapchat story.” I follow random guys who post their Snapchat ids on Grindr. Ricky stands out because he regularly stages outrageous photo stories. Last week, he had posted five public photos about him and my host picking up a pizza and getting trashed in his apartment. It was very entertaining, and I was just surprised to find someone I recognized.

“You want to suck my cock?” he says.

He sits on the couch and spreads open the towel. He’s hard already and soon he’s humping my throat as I kneel on the floor and go down on him.

He has a perfectly sized dick for me and i really love the feeling of it slamming against my throat so I go deep.

Gradually I begin to sense something unusual. I’m on auto pilot though, just enjoying the moment. But 30 seconds pass by when it suddenly clicks.

“There’s blood here.” I croak.

He jumps up, cock jutting out straight from his body, and we both gawk at a microscopic fleck of scarlet near the tip of his dick.

“Do you have a cut?! Or do I have a cut?!” I say. The shock and danger of it all just starts to set in. I need to know NOW.

“Fuuuuck.” He says, wiping at it with the towel.

“Where did it come from?” I ask again. I’m putting on my shirt, finding my footwear. This is over.

He’s bending down, examining his penis.

“I don’t think it’s me.” He announces.

I can still taste it. my throat is raw and burning. “I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.” Shit, I want to run it the door and pretend this never happened. But I’ve got to know. “When was your last STI test?!”

“F- February” He stutters.

“Clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Mine was yesterday,” I say. Fuck, that really sounds like I’m lying. ”I’ll know the results next week. The last one was May. Clean.”

Now I can leave. “Sorry,” I tell him, heading out the door. “It’s never happened before. And don’t block me or I won’t be able to tell you my results. And I’d would appreciate if you let me know your next test too.”

The next day, I feel even more run down than before. I just have a standard cold and a sore throat. By the time my test results come in (all negative), I’m over it and back to my healthy self. I dutifully text him everything I know. He hasn’t blocked me yet, but hasn’t said anything either.

I don’t expect I’ll hear from him again. There’s just no coming back from that.