Back to Being Fucked

I have finally broken my dry spell. It's been long enough - eh?

Yeah, I've been getting head quite a bit lately. Now and again I've even given it - and while I love doing that (and swallowing), it's seemed all mechanical. Maybe I've set too high of standards to relay decent events to this blog. I feel I owe you more than the mundane.

A reader suggested I write fictional accounts and no one would be the wiser. The joke is: I would be. It's hard enough to write the real events let alone made-up ones. So right now, I'm sticking with either my sex life or my past one (like you read about last post).

So onto this encounter.

This guy (really - no name offered or asked) has been after me for about the last two years. We've never been able to hook-up for two main reasons: my travel schedule and his wife. Or, I should say - then wife.

My travel is now curtailed (as you well know) and his marriage is in the process of ending. He has a place of his own now and we utilized that earlier this week. We had trouble with timing the first day, but I was out of my office early on Tuesday so I could take his cock up my ass. That is what he wanted That is what he has wanted since day one.

To be honest, I was skeptical of him. His pics were nice (no face), but some I had seen other places, so I was never sure he was representing himself. But he talked a great game and well..............I hadn't had a cock up my ass for a long long time. Who am I to be picky?

At work, I found a remote bathroom to clean out good. He wanted that. I wanted it more. I then made my way to his apartment in 30 minutes where he buzzed me in. I knocked and waited, hoping I wasn't going to get some kind of troll.

The guy was no model, but he wasn't horrible by any means. A little heavier than "his" pictures portrayed, but he had a manly face, darkening moustache and salt and pepper hair - on head and rest of his face.

He had a Mediterranean thing going on - as I said to my guest blogger later that day, he was Italian or Greek...or a blend. He came right back with a Family Guy line, which made me laugh: "The hot chick who was Italian or some kind of Spanish.." ...as read by Betty White.

The plan was for him to breed my ass. Nothing about oral - just how he wanted up my butt. I could live with that. He said he had 8", but I wasn't sure. He wanted to restrain me too, but I hate giving up control and especially with someone I have not been with or met. I don't believe safe words exist when someone really wants to do harm.

"Strip" he said when I walked in. He dropped his pants and his dark complected dick was about 4" long - but it was soft. The coloring may have come from the fact that his dick and balls were bound up at least two different ways. I guess he was into restraints on me and on some of him. That's cool.

As I took off my clothes, I head him mutter, "nice!" as my shirt dropped. Secretly, I was thrilled that the last year at the gym had really been paying off, but he didn't need to know that. The pants came off, as did the boxer briefs. Then I was just standing in his living room - barely 4' from his door when he pointed to the floor.

Where I dropped my suit and dress shirt was right next to a table that he had laid out his leather restraints. I knew he wouldn't really use them, but I also know the psychology behind a guy like that want me to know that they are there. It was duly noted.

I sat my ass on his plush carpet and he put his soft cock in my mouth. It might have been him, it might have been my skills, but he didn't stay soft long. And he did grow to that 8". And it was fat! The best of both worlds.

He made me put my hands behind my own head so I wouldn't play with myself. He placed his hands there too. Then the face fucking began. It really wasn't a blowjob as much as an assault on my lips, mouth and throat. It worked for both of us. He was aggressive and actually made me gag once or twice, but I think that was more from the angle than anything. I'm a fairly skilled feallatist. Sure I brought my camera - I almost always do. I wasn't sure he'd be into it, but he was. He took a half dozen shots of his cock in my mouth or on my face. You get one shot here - and even that is edited out to protect the innocent.

None of this lasted long. He wanted the main event - and so did I.

He had already laid out a towel over an oversized leather ottoman in front of his couch. I was instructed to lean over it but not on it. He wanted my ass to be more in line with his cock as he stood behind me. He took out his Gun Oil, coated himself up, and positioned himself at my awaiting hole.

I won't lie - the first penetration was painful. That's what I get going for months of not being fucked. No one to blame but myself. To his credit, he held it there for a minute before sinking all the way in. With some breathing - I adjusted quickly and the fucking began.

The fucking, as it should be, was for him and him alone. I was the recipient, but not a partner in any way. I was there to fulfill a need - but I knew that from the word 'go', when I agreed to show up. Of course, I had a need too - and I was getting it. But since he didn't care about my needs or wants, why bother telling him. I was there for him.

I took the pounding like a good boy. Never once did I touch my cock, but never once could I. The way I had to position myself took both hands. Now and again, he'd reach to my chest and play with my nipples, which of course, I fucking LOVED. He never broke stride in his pumps. I don't know if he always fucked this hard or not, but if so, I could see why his wife might have not been happy. I suspect it was just years of pent of sexual frustration coming out.

He'd pull out to the edge of my hole and push it hard all the way back in. Then he'd grind and pull my hips back onto him - not that there was any way to get deeper, but I'll give him props for trying.

Finally I did say I had to lean onto the towel-covered ottoman. I couldn't keep myself propped up like that anymore. His body weight and sunk down onto it with me, never leaving my ass. His hairy torso went right onto my back. Now there was no where for me to go and he knew it. He just drilled me into the ottoman.

We were about 20 minutes into the ass-fucking at this point and he was sweating up a storm. So was I. I think he could control his orgasm at will - which is great, but I didn't know if he'd cum in 2 minutes or 40. At that point, I'm not sure I cared. As it turns out, it was closer to 6-8 more minutes.

He had me hanging so far off the ottoman, my head was almost to the floor, but away he kept sliding up my ass. Or his. He was making it his ass. He continually told me how he wanted to mark it - and to send me home with his load up me. He made it clear there'd be no cleaning up afterward - that I was to get my stuff on and get the fuck out.

As he fucked, he also mentioned some buds who'd love to fuck an ass like this. I said, "bring it on!".

That might have been what sent him over the edge. Unlike some guys who will stop to let their load flow into you - this guy just kept pumping as hard as ever as he shot his semen into my guts. Maybe he wanted it drilled WAY up there. Either way, it worked for me. He came for a long time and admittedly he said he had a 3-day load and always shoots big.

He stayed in me for maybe a minute before extracting his fat cock out of my hole. While there wasn't a popping sound, there was a popping feel. It felt great, but I felt so full and so empty at the same time.

He somewhat chatted with me, but per earlier instructions, I went right to my clothes to get out of there with no fanfare. The door was shut behind me and I walked to the elevator with a butt full of jizz.