Monday, November 13, 2017

Married Baby

The first thing I noticed were the number of wedding pictures lining the ascent of the staircase. This was after I approached his door and it magically opened as I got near. He was watching and waiting for me. He was anxious….but not necessarily in a bad way.

I had been at an off-site office when his message popped up via Grindr. There was no photo, but a good description and he wanted a blowjob. Better yet, he was on my way home, so why the fuck wouldn’t I do it?

As he took me to an almost unfurnished guest room / storage room, I noticed that he was in every single one of the wedding pictures. He wasn’t a guest or a best man…, he was the groom. And looking from the looks of the house, it was their first. I’m not sure, but I’m pretty positive that he had not been married long, as he was only 28 – or so his profile said.

He was also 6’3”, 190. Not muscular. Not fat. It would turn out he had a nice cock – that he was giving his wife………….and me. It wasn’t anything off the charts, but a thick-ish 7 inches.

Married Guy stood there and I went to my knees. I did the standard of licking his peen below the shaft, then the sides before enveloping the head………which all comes before sinking down to his pube triangle. He was tense……and quiet.

I got it. Here I was, in his house, the one he shares with his wife, blowing him.

He speaks: “you like sucking your boy?”

As my mouth if full, I nod. I’ve come to the realization that he could be young enough to be my ‘boy’. At least he didn’t call me ‘daddy’.

Yeah, you like blowing your little boy, don’t you”. While I continue to suck, I pulled off long enough to say, “oh yeah I do”.

There is a pause. His nerves again. I’m thinking he’s too pent up to ever relax and enjoy this head I’m giving him.

He speaks again: “you like having your mouth on your baby boy’s dick”.

My antennae goes up. It was the road he was going down. It was the way he said ‘baby’. We were – or he was – no longer in father / son role playing. Well he was, just in a very very different stage than I anticipated or with which I was comfortable.

I know this was just fantasy, but it made me mildly uneasy. That said, I never took my mouth off his cock. It had grown to a nice size and good thickness. Why would I pass up this opportunity because this guy’s mind takes him places. Hell, he might cringe at some of my fantasies. Actually, I know he would.

He moved over to the guest bed and laid back on it. He draped an arm over his face and eyes. His cock says he was enjoying the blowjob, though in reality part of his arousal might have been due to my mouth, but most of it might have been whatever he was thinking in his head.  Again, he's voice something about being a "baby", a few times over.

I have no illusions that it is all my skill level. I will cop from time to time, when topping, that my mind might go to a previous hot encounter with someone to help take me over the edge or to remain erect. It would be foolish to think others don’t do the same. As a bottom, I’m always in the moment. It’s hard not to be when there is a cock up your ass or trying to cut off your air.

He was moaning for sure. Whimpering almost. I wasn’t sure if that was a ‘him’ thing or if he was channeling his ‘baby boy’ persona. I suspect the latter. In my mind, I also figured there was a box somewhere in that house that contained some kind of diaper he’d wear when his new wife was not around.

While he harbored this baby boy fantasy (?), his cock was all man. As it turns out, so was his load. Huge amounts of semen poured into my mouth. He might cum like a teenager, but not a child. I was happy to swallow it all………..and I did.

As you can imagine, I was rushed out, and I was ok with that. We haven’t made contact again.

Sunday, November 05, 2017

HVAC Guy (again)

So here it was….two weeks later and I was back.

The HVAC guy from the BSA and his father’s garage pinged me again. Was I up for a fuck – but fucking him this time. I’ll admit I would have rather taken it up the butt, and I’m not proud of this, but I accepted thinking maybe I could change his mind. I hate when guys do that to me, so I know at times I am no better than they are.

Halfway there I get another text from him. Do I mind if there is a third there. The new guy and me would fuck the host. Now it was sounding a little more interesting if I were to be the top. Or one of the tops. I said I’m good and said that the guy would get there about the same I did.

10 minutes later I park and walk back to the garage. The guy is not only already there, but getting head from the host. I have to believe he was already there well before I got the text asking me if it was ok. It was still ok. The guy was married – according to his ring – and had a fucking fat, big headed 7.5 inches. Now I was REALLY wanting to get it up the ass, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen today.

Secretly I was wondering how to get the new guy my 4-1- 1 so he could breed my ass some time. Cut to the chase on that one – it didn’t happen.

I stepped into the garage and the host closed the door. It was another hot fucking day, but I get the need for the privacy, though I’m an exhibitionist and I would have loved to keep it open. But then again, I didn’t have to live there afterwards. I kicked off my shorts with my thick cock hardening.

The host went back to his knees and sucked the new guy. I egged both of them on, asking the feeder if the mouth felt good, asking the feeder if the cock felt good in his mouth. That kind of shit. Then the host switched to my cock. I’ll give him this, he is a great cocksucker. While he was going down on me, I bent over and went down on the new guy. The cock felt as great in my mouth as it looked. It was heavy and full. I sooooo wanted it. It was not meant to be and we were there for a reason.

I noticed the picnic table was still up in the position it had been the last time I was there. He went ass up and I went behind him. With some lube he had, I made my cock slick and slid it up him. There was a nice tightness to his hole, but I had zero issue sliding in. That socket had seen a lot of plugs before me.

Neither guy was verbal, though there were grunts from the guy taking my dick. I tried to fuck him as hard as possible. This was a dirty garage group fuck – nothing about this was supposed to be neat and tidy. No one was here to make friends. So, the fuck wasn’t meant to be gentle, or at least that is how I took it. I didn’t get any complaints.

I edged a bit and then pulled out. I told the other guy to take a turn. And he did. His fat cock pushed in with ease. The lube, the sweat, the freshly fucked hole (courtesy of me) let him just take over from what I had just done. This gave me time to pause my launch sequence.

Soon enough it was my turn again. The deal, before I even arrived, was that I was to cum first. This guy wanted to slide up into a freshly spermed hole. I was happy to assist him in his needs. I may have been doing it more for this guy than the host himself. At this point, he was just a cum dump.

This time I talked to the other top. Other. Ha. Even though my cock is in this guy, fucking him, about to breed him, I feel like an imposter…..a fraud. Anyway – I was talking to him, asking him if he thought I should come up the bottom’s ass now or in a few. I knew what the answer would be. “Yeah, shoot your load now”, was the reply. A standard one at that. Uninspired even.

With that, and a few more shoves, I started blasting my seed deep into this guy’s guts. It wasn’t too exaggerated, but I put on a show. Since I don’t jack off much (single digits this year and always in the act of sex), I had quite a back-up of jizz and just the intensity of needing and wanting to ejaculate. I groaned, I swore, I told them both I was shooting, as if it weren’t obvious enough. But it was my quaking that probably best surmised what was happening. Feeling that orgasm head to toe – and showing it.

Immediately after sleeping out and stepping away, the stranger stuck his fat headed cock right up this guy’s ass. It did not take him long to get him where he wanted to go. He answered in the affirmative about feeling my load, but it might all be talk. He certainly didn’t last long and was not nearly as verbal or reactionary as I had been. I think I had to ask him if he was cumming, which only then he acknowledged.

By the time he was done and withdrew, I had my shorts pulled up and shoes back on. I had to awkwardly wait for the other guys to get it together, as the garage door was shut. Upon leaving, the other guy and I walked down the drive together, but apart. Not a word spoken or even a glimpse. I was hoping, again, that I might get his digits to get his inches, but he got into his Jeep and took off.