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'.
