Dom

It would surprise none of you that I tend to be attracted to men who are Doms. 

Often I have been hit up by Masters who are looking for a Slave. That, I am not. For all my proclivities, I tend to have a stubborn and independent streak. Once I tell them I tend to be a sexual submissive and not a slave, they're gone. I totally get it. 

They want what they want, so do I. More importantly, I can convey that so there isn't any misunderstanding. 

I don't say this lightly, but many guys claiming to be Doms are usually just nice decent guys who have blips of domination in them. Not a bad thing, and almost a given that they're not hardliners. But now and again you expect that and are surprised when you find one who is Dom-DOM. 

So I stumbled upon such a guy visiting town who claimed to be a bisexual pig. Both of those terms caught my attention. Mostly the 'pig' part, but I'm down with someone who goes both ways. His hashtags also included #pits #dom #kinky #leather #ws. 

Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. 

He was on the younger side. Not young, but neither am I. He's just young in my eyes. Usually about as young as I go. He was 6'3" around 170. Slim. His cock about 6.5". Hairy scraggly beard. But it worked for him. 

It would turn out he had some very intense eyes. 

I messaged him he was 'fucking hot' and that kicked things off. The next day I was at his Airbnb. He had just finished a run and wanted his feet rubbed. I asked 'just rubbed?" and we went from there. 

He had me sniff his socked feet. I did. He has me lick his socks on the sole and toes. I did that too. Slowly - very slowly, I was told - I took off each sock, but paying attention to each foot, one at a time. I licked the soles, the tops, the toes. I sucked them all too. While it was wicked hot out and he had run four miles, the feet weren't rank at all.  Sweaty, sure. 

From there I worked my way up. He had on brief, and I did the same to those as I did to the socks. Than to his penis. 

Honestly, I was expecting more foreplay before he'd let me have his cock, but it was his show. 

I thought I was doing a great job on his dick. He didn't think so. He thought it was good. But wanted me on it - way down on it - longer. 

This was oddly tough. I've had my septum fixed for easier breathing, but it was still hard. I've mentioned here before I do so much better with bigger cocks than smaller ones. Still, I couldn't say that to him, could I? 

His tone the entire time was very demanding. He showed Dom through and through. Nothing about him read 'bi'. 

While I was down on him I felt pressure on my back that I had not for decades. The dude was squeezing some blackhead from my back!  As a kid I had horrible cystic acne on my back, so I knew the feeling all too well. To me this was was kinkier than sucking his toes. 

Mind you, my back is NOTHING like it was. I rarely have any acne anymore. Blackheads were never my issue, so no doubt I have some that are unseeable and unreachable to me. It was.............weird. Right?

I then went down to his balls and then to his asshole. He sat on the sofa and pulled his legs all the way back giving me exposure to that hole. I went to town on it like a starving man. He was beautiful and tasty. It wasn't as sweaty as he'd like to think, but even if it were, that wasn't about to stop me. 

My head was buried, so I heard him talking but didn't hear-hear him, ya know? But I caught onto 'cash slave'.  I nodded because I didn't really hear him at first and then he was all in that he'd charge me $50 for each time I came - whether I was by myself or if another guy told me to get off. 

Stereotypes save so much time, so I say this tongue in cheek:  I'm a big enough of a jew that I'm not parting with cash for sex with anyone. Let alone get charged by the cumshot. But he thought I was agreeing to this an I let him. I mean, he was from out of town, what was he gonna do to verify or collect. 

I get there are subs out there are into that thing - and maybe I'd exploit that too if I thought I could get away with it. But it's just reason number 1,018 why I'd never be a 'slave'. 

Anyways.......................

Before I knew it my face was buried in his pits. Those were a little ripe but nothing horrible and I spent a lot of time in each of them. 

The guy got up and went to another room where he brought back a used jockstrap. It was ok, but not nearly as dirty as the one I have - like ten years unwashed. But he put it over my nose and eventually stuffed the entire thing into my mouth - like ALL of it. It tasted good, but not very rank. 

He asked my darkest fantasy. My darkest sexual fantasy, but I think you knew that. I don't know why, but I told him.  If I'm being honest here, it is forced sex by a police officer at gun point. 

This guy goes, "so you want to be raped?".  "Does it have to be my a police guy?". I said it was just the fantasy. I didn't say 'rape' either, but I suppose it was implied. 

He kind of ran with it. To a much darker place. About raping me and killing me at the point of orgasm. And he kept at it for a little while I worked on his pits and then dick. 

"I should rape you right now!".  He stared at me with those unblinking intense eyes. And I thought it was a distinct possibility he would.  "Is that what you want??".   I said I didn't. I said I'd like to get fucked, but not raped. My back was up, but not fully. There was still some kind of trust - or stupidity - on my part. 

He sat back down on the sofa and told me to cum. Cum on him. I asked where? I was given the choice of his dick or asshole. I chose the latter. Either way. I knew I'd be licking it clean from wherever I shot. 

He pulled his legs back and talked me to cumming. I had not shot in week, so it was a huge load. It pooled in his divot of a hole and down his crack. He tried to cup blow to catch any. I suppose he was a nice guest and didn't want the extra cleaning fees to his airbnb host. 

Of course, I was ordered to eat it all. And I did. Every drop. Taint. Balls, Hole. Fingers and even the sofa. 

Still he threatened or teased rape. 

He asked if I "deserved his load". While somewhat behind honest, I said 'no'. Deep down, being the pig I am, I never think I 'deserve' it. I also thought it was the correct answer he wanted to hear. 

It was not. 

Then you're not getting my load if you don't want it. I told him in no uncertain terms that I wanted it, but I'd never be so presumptuous to think I deserve it from such a superior man. He smirked, but then put his cock away. 

"You're not getting it. And you owe me $50 for cumming". 

He didn't hold me to the payment, nor even gave me a way to get him any money. He showed me to the door and locked it behind me. 

Before I got home, I got this.....

I am, indeed. 

Road Trip 2

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Road Trip 1

I took a half day off work, as I was going to drive about an hour south for an event which started at 6:30a the next morning. The idea of getting up at 3:30a to get ready and go seemed unappealing. 

As it turns out, an 'acquaintance' was doing the same thing. We would even be staying at the same hotel. This would be convenient for any number of reasons.......obviously. 

Before I left town, I got hit up by some guy who wanted some play. Everything from the description seemed fine, but nothing outstanding. I'd say early 60s, average body, average dick. But he claimed dominance and some kink play. And well..............I like that. That, and he wanted to top. 

Sign me up. 

So, before heading out of town, I took a detour to his place. The street was right out of suburbia of a tame Tim Burton movie. Every house almost the same. The same yard. The same everything. Except for the pervert neighbor, I'm assuming. 

Things were fairly standard. For me. I get I'm not 'vanilla', but I also see what others see as kink to be some of my vanilla. It's all in how you view it and the different gradations, no? 

He wanted me blindfolded and to do 'things' to me. We didn't agree on what could no be done, nor did we discuss a safe word. I just went with it. 

Unlike most blindfolds, I could see nothing out of this. So many you can see shadows or movements. More often than not, I pretend I can't see more than I do. Less than I do?  Whichever. 

Before I got blindfolded, I saw a few dildos and a riding crop laid out on the bed. 

He first presented his cock to my mouth. I took in. It was medium. About 6" I'd say. I sucked him, but he was kneeling at the bed my head turned to take him in. Not a great position, but that's ok too. I knew oral was not the main event. 

Being blindfolded, the senses are heightened. He was moving around and I was trying to figure out "what next".  It didn't take long. 

Soon, one of the dildos was nudging my hole. He had lubed it up and pressed. It was steady but gentle pressure. He knew what he was doing until the hole opened up and he slid in the head and about 3".  I sighed - a good one - and he kept pushing in till it hit bottom. 

Enough lube was on that it felt great. It filled up the hole, but not overly so. That would be the second one he'd insert. With the second one, it was much thicker. Still, my hole spread for it and soon enough he was moving it around with good movements. He was hitting my prostate and I was enjoying the feeling. I liked not being able to see him too. It added to the experience. 

He pushed it all the way in and left it. 

I could feel him stepping back a bit, not knowing what was happening next. But soon found out he picked up the crop and started lightly hitting my inner thighs. If you haven't been hit by a crop, even a light touch can sting under the right hands. I'm not big on saying 'no', or even looking like I don't enjoy something, so he must have been watching for reactions, and when he didn't get a negative one, he increased the strikes. The only reaction those got were moans. If pleasure or pain (or both), he didn't seem to care and carried on. 

That kept up for a while until he moved on. I felt my cock and balls being surrounded by rope. He tied a knot and told me to hold up the rest of the line. 

Then he did something it took me a little bit to figure out what. I'd been a pinch and pressure on different parts of my scrotum. I wasn't 100% sure what he was doing, but had a good idea. I'd find out later when he sent me this. 

11, that I can count, clothespins attached to me. 

I don't know I can call myself a 'pain pig', but I have to say over the last few years, impact play has picked up and I enjoy it more and more. Getting it more than giving it. 

He went back to the crop too. I took everything he put my way......including this.....

It was an ok fuck - at best- but it's how one ends a play session usually, no?  He didn't take long and buried his shaft in me when he shot. 

His load in me, I dressed. Didn't even clean up a little and left. I still had an hours long drive to make to meet up with my 'friend'. 

Men are Pigs

Yes, the title is misleading. Kind of. 

Men, when it comes to sex, are usually pigs. Present company included. I think there is a place for that in sex when it comes to guy-to-guy action. I am, and like, being one. 

But honestly, what is it with guys and their unsanitary living arrangements?

A decent enough looking guy hit me up on one of the apps. Decent dick - it seemed. He was a few blocks away from the Panera where I was sitting, because they had wifi and an outlet. 

He was hosting. He gave me his 4-1-1 and I headed over. But you know, there is always so much drama with a certain faction of people. Immediately I knew he'd be one. 

He meets me outside. But he claims he locked himself out of his apartment and can't get ahold of the super. He's looking for alternatives. At this point, I am not. I trot across the street to the library to take a piss. Miraculously as I return to get to my car he can get in. 

Brother!

He mentions casually, his place is - and I quote - "a little messy".  I off-handily ask if there are roaches or something?  He denies this claim. 

I mean, there has to be roaches. Right?  Probably rats. 

And this was living area. The bedroom and hallway? Worse. 

....and this is why I'm a pig. The sex kind.  I stayed. 

And I shouldn't have. 

Everything about this would rank on my top 5 worst tricks - and in early days was raped. Twice!  ...and those don't make the top 5. 

Honestly, I've never blown a guy like this before. He lay on his back on his bed full of two or three closets worth of clothing. I go between his legs and he kind of closes his legs like a vice, and then puts them up on the air and starts to bring them back like a yoga pose. 

And holds it there for the entire time I'm there. It makes it almost impossible to reach his cock, let alone aptly swallow it or bob on it. 

He got off in 2-3 minutes. It seemed like hours. And I have no idea how he got off. I don't believe it was anything I did. I don't know I did anything. 

It was just horrific. 

Sadly, this guy is not alone in housekeeping practices. Lately, I've seen almost equal kinds of dwellings - which have never seen a vacuum or sponge. Not a single square inch on a kitchen counter and every plate, glass and utensil dirty. 

At some point I should have a backbone and just say, "you know........this is no gonna work for me....". I wonder when the day will come.  Or if.