Pimped Lite

Shortly after receiving the co-worker / black load, I “happened to” chat with friend and fellow blogger, Mr. Steed. He is always great to relay some real-time tales to, and he’s always sage with his advice, even if no one asked for it. He sees me for me – there is no pretense, and no shame.

 He liked the idea of a guy fucking me in an office in the middle of the work day. Of course, if you’ve read him, that is old hat to him. He’s much more adventurous that I can ever dream of being.

Yet, while we were chatting, I got hit up by another guy. Close by. Not “at work” close, but nothing short of a 10 minute walk.

The limited stats weren’t my style: 5’6”, 125lbs. That is just so tiny for me. And I don’t want to cast dispersions, but you see stats like that and you think small dick too. We all do – don’t lie. We hope for more, of course, but those instances are rare.

 His texting style was odd and disjointed. And btw, I’m relaying all of this somewhat real time to Mr. Steed. The would-be hook-up is ignoring my requests for cock description and a pic. Normally, I don’t care about a face pic but I’m getting partial information and well, you just never know.

As he writes more and more, it is becoming clear that English is not his first language. As we abut a university, I’m thinking more and more Chinese, or at least Asian.

I’m an equal opportunity fuckee, but for the most part Asian men are not attracted to me, and to a degree, they fall farther down on my list as preferences. Yes, I get that makes me a HORRIBLE man, but it is a preference, nothing set in stone. There are exceptions to every rule and like/dislike. Clearly. You’ve read my shit. You know what I’ll do, when, who and where too.

Still, the lack of 4-1-1 was more of a determining factor than race. And to be honest, I’m not really good with lack of language skills. I’m not one of those, you’re here so assimilate, kind of guys, but when you can’t even get a basic question understood, I worry about in person as well.

Since I already had one load in me, I was ready to pass, as I’d have to slip out of work. I told Mr. Steed as well. His response: “do it for me”. Followed up with a “….and then tell me about it”.

This would not be the first time I’ve been directed to take a cock for him. Once he had me go out on his birthday and take a load. Stranger’s cum in a bad area of town. My taking a stranger’s load would be my gift to him, said he. This new day was not his birthday, but precedence had been set.

When I said I’d go, Mr. Steed writes back, “My dick is hard”.

If you haven’t caught on yet, at this point I’m not going to get fucked by the probable Chinese guy. I’m going to get fucked FOR Mr. Steed. At this point the fucker barely even matters. This is quite a turn of the tables for me. Usually, as the bottom, I’m the one that doesn’t matter, I’m just a vessel for the top. Now the top is just a vessel for both Mr. Steed and myself.

I get there and the guy comes out. He’s older than I thought. Maybe 40. He is indeed Asian, and I’m correct in guessing Chinese – and yes, you can usually tell by looking at a person. I tower over him as we go up to his walk-up. The place is messy-ish and smells of a bad gas stove. I’ve had places like this…………in my 20s!

There are no words.

We go back to the bedroom which is immaculate. White everything. I toss my coat on a chair and then sit there. He smiles nervously and stands near me. I reach out to his crotch and there is nothing there of note. I play with my own nipples until he takes a hint and plays with them himself. He does pretty well, actually.

I unzip his pants, but still feel nothing. I find out it’s because he has at least two more layers beneath his jeans. Slightly odd, but ok. Don’t get excited, there is still not a lot there. As it will turn out, 4” or so, hard. Uncut. I remind myself, internally, this is not for me.

He grabs my head and pulls it to his cock. To be honest, this is a move I did not anticipate. I fall into the stereotype, that unless they’re in a Bond movie, Asian men are more docile, more reserved. Quiet, even.

His hand petted my head like I was a dog. And I mean, I’m in a strangers place sucking his dick on close to a moment’s notice. I am kind of a dog. Not that he knew that. But let’s say, deep ‘throating’ him wasn’t a problem. Getting to my throat was. It was never gonna reach.

Abruptly, he pulled out and pointed to the edge of the bed. Again, no words. I pulled down my pants and bent over. He got lube out (he really wasn’t gonna need it), and pushed in.

This is where I’ll give the guy credit. He was never going to be a formidable fuck. Our size difference in height and his in cock, wasn’t going to be a forever memorable fuck. But he did do a thing where he’d pause – kind of for effect – and then SLAM into me. It kind of worked.

I’d egg him on, but I got a broken English, “pardon?”. He wasn’t getting anything I was saying. At all. Hence the no talking at all. The language barrier was probably impenetrable.

He stopped the slam fucked and moved an ottoman out and have me bend over that. Lower for him, I guess. He just pumped. If I’m being 100% honest here – and why not? - while he fucked, I was drafting this blog post in my head. How to incorporate elements of Steed into my own breeding. This will give him a big head.

Nothing to know he was getting close, and then his breathing almost turned to almost a slight whimper. And then an immediate feeling of getting my second load of the day. Before 11am.

Without words, we both get dressed and he escorts me out.

Walking back, I tell Steed I got the load – and that I was drafting the post in my head during. “Good or Bad”, Steed asked. When I asked for clarification on the post or the fuck, he replied for the latter. And then how quickly did he shoot – and I tell him.

”Good Boy!”. Followed up with, “I know faggots crave approval”.

How fucking he right he is.