Monday, October 5, 2009

18 hours of fucking...(I lost the load count after hour 8)

Has the title of this particular post got you interested? I sure hope so. All of this occurred from 6pm Saturday evening to noon on Sunday. And just to get your cocks stirring just a little more I am writing this with two freshly deposited loads in my hole. Guy one was not sure about his status and guy two was poz.

I hooked up with this guy named Tony about a month ago. Tony's A4A profile lists him as 6'1" and weighing 170lbs and when he showed up the first time he lived up to his stats and pics. But it is his cock that is memorable. It is about 8.5 inches but it is slightly thicker up top than at the base, so it reminds me of a baseball bat or a club. It's shape isn't that extreme but just enough to catch notice. The first time he fucked me he showed up late at night and we went at it for about 3 hours and I finally gave in and told him he had to hurry because I had an early morning. Wham-bam, he bred me. We texted back and forth after never getting a chance to hook up until Friday.

Over the course of those texts he said he wanted to see if I could handle "pig" sex. And of course I thought I could even though I had never really, truly experienced that scene before. He told me to be at his place at a specific day and time and I was.

I arrived at his place wearing a running shoes, gym shorts, a jock, t-shirt and my aviators. I barely had my shoes off when he told me to take everything off.

"Everything? Even my jock?" Most guys like fucking me in my jock and I expected him to say, "No, you can leave the jock on." But instead he replied with, "Did I fucking stutter? Take EVERYTHING off or I'll hold you down and use scissors to cut them off."

I was stunned. I knew we talked about him being in control but the first thing that came to my mind was "Holy fuck, this bitch means business." I stood there for just a few seconds and he said, "Fine, have it your way faggot." And he reached into a table drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. I had never needed a reason to anything faster in the past year and I was out of my clothes in less than a second. My mind was reeling: I was turned on beyond all belief as this guy was truly going to control me and use me however he wanted. Never in my life, in all my fucks, has a guy committed his all into that Dom role and I loved it.

"Sit down on the couch," he demanded. He was still fully clothed as he rummaged around in his kitchen all the while as I sat there naked. I wasn't sure what to do. So I just sat there like a child and resigned myself to the fact that whatever he told me to do, I would probably have to do. He came back with a few things in his hand and it dawned on me that I was going to be in for a lot that evening. Tony brought out the parTy favors. I am not a prude or judgemental person but in all my sexual history I had only played with Tina once before and it was so-so. I've been with tops who have used it then fucked me but I always kindly refused. But that night was a different story (And a note to readers: please keep the negative comments to yourself. I'm a grown ass man who is very aware of the choices I am making and their consequences)

I think Tony sensed my hesitation as he sat on the couch next to me. "Suck my cock while I prepare this hit for you." I did as I was told and after about a minute he asked if I was ready and I told him I needed refresher. He gave me a pleasant smile and was a very patient teacher, "Okay, here is how you are going to do this..."

And it is like something else took over. The next 4 hours I was in a state of sexual bliss. He was still in control of my actions but I completely gave into sexual desires. I sucked his cock, he fucked me in every position all over the house all the while he was getting me higher and higher. At one point he made it clear, "If you have any worries, put them aside. I'll make sure things don't get too out of hand." We fucked more and more and it got more intense. He was building up, slowly to be the dominant, controlling top I told him I wanted to experience.

He had me face down on the kitchen floor when he gave me his first load. He shot it deep inside my hole and stayed inside me, gently thrusting as I moaned oh so softly. He got up and when he was off me I began to push myself up when his foot pushed me back down. "Stay where you are, I'll be right back."

I heard him walking back in and he knelt down next to my head and said, "It's time." He then put a leather collar around my neck and yanked me up by the chain. He then put one of those thick leather chest harnesses on me. I was getting more and more turned on. I immediately thought of Matt Sizemore in his leather chest harness and couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for me. He grabbed me by the harness and pulled me into the living room again. He pushed me down and tossed a bag at me. I caught it but knew better than to open it until he said so.

"I am going to get things ready for the rest of the night. I want that whole thing in by the time I get back in here." And he disappeared down the hall. I was still tingling with sexual energy and opened the bag as soon as possible and was not surprised by what I found: A 12inch black dildo that was about as thick as a beer can and a bottle of Gun Oil. Being a good little bottom, I did as I was told. I lubed it up and worked it me. When he got back into the living room, I was riding that dildo as I watched some hot HDK porn that he had playing.

"Good boy." He walked in front of me and without being told I took his cock in my mouth. I was sucking him and riding the dildo with all I had when he grabbed me head held it tight against his groin. His cock was down my throat and I expected the onslaught of a brutal face fuck, but it never came. What happened next was a first: I felt warm fluid began to fill my mouth and I realized, very quickly, he was pissing down my throat. I tried to pull off but he had a firm grip and then he began to slowly step back. So I was either going to be dragged by his crotch as he pissed down my throat or I had to crawl on my knees with him. I was gagging and piss was coming out the sides of my mouth and even my nose and I had tears running down my face but there was nothing I could do. It seemed like it lasted forever but in reality it only lasted about 30 seconds. (And this shows how much he was into this because there was piss all over his floor) He finally let go of my head and I was off his cock as faster than I had my clothes off when I walked in. I had never been so angry and I was about to get on my feet when he slapped me across the face and said, "That's for getting piss all over my floor." Not only was I more angry but I was more turned on. I looked at him and his dick was rock hard and he just glared down at me as I sat on his floor covered in piss. And it wasn't until I sat back just a little that I realized the dildo was still in my ass, and that is all it took.

I was rocking back and forth again giving myself pleasure. He yanked me up by the leash and told me to take out the dildo. He then pulled me into him and began kissing me. I was surprised, it was passionate and intense and amazing. I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me again. I reached down and stroked his cock to let him know what I wanted. He instructed me to put my arms around his neck and then jump to wrap my legs around his waist as he stood. He then pushed my ass up with one hand and positioned his cock at my hole with the other and then let gravity take over. He walked to the front door and with my back to the door, he gave me my second load.

All I kept thinking was how fucking amazing this man was making me feel. Two loads in me and all I could think about was more, and that is exactly what I got. After he came he walked us over to the couch and laid me down and pulled out. Again, I was instructed to stay put. He came back shortly, pulled me up by the leash and led me down the hall into a room. The only thing in the room was a mattress, 4 lamps with red bulbs and a small shelf with towels, lube and other sex toys.

"Spread eagle on the mattress," he said. As I did so, I noticed that there were restraints attached to the mattress. He put a leather cuff around each wrist and attached it to the restraint chain.

He left and when he came back there was a glass of what I thought was water with a straw and told me to drink all of it and then said, "Remember what I said, nothing bad is going to happen to you. See you in the morning." I wasn't quite sure what he meant until whatever was in the water kicked in.

I have vague images of the night/morning: other men in harnesses, the sensation of being fucked, someone spitting in my mouth and, I think someone saying, "Yeah, breed his fucking cunt."

When I woke up I was in Tony's bed and the alarm clock read just a little past 10:30am. I was surprised that I was awake that early but from what Tony said, I probably wasn't really asleep and that the real tiredness would hit me later. But he was lying next to me in bed too reading some book.

"You were great last night. And if you were wondering, you had a lot of fun." It was a very surreal moment and the only thing I could think of doing was to kiss him. I knew that the dom top was gone when his lips touched mine. It was a tender kiss that turned into one of the best fucks of my life. He fucked me slow but with a passion I had never felt before. The entire time our eyes were locked onto each others but no words were said. We let our bodies do the talking and when he came inside me he leaned in closer to drive the point home as his eyes stayed lock with mine. It is hard to put into words exactly and the best way, again is to say intense.

And that was that. We stayed in bed for a little while longer and I decided I had to go because I left my contact lenses in and my eyes were beginning to get really irritated. I showered, dressed and had my things and was at the door when he gave me one last kiss and held the door open for me. I got home, took my contacts out and sat on my couch thinking about Tony and that entire night. Something had indeed changed inside me. I received a text message a few hours later from Tony and it simply said, "Friday. Dinner at 8. Be here at 6:30."

(I do want to apologize for not being able to recall the entire time span, especially when I was restrained. As far as totals goes, it breaks down like this, according to Tony. 14 TOPS and 21 loads. I'm not sure how accurate this is but I am taking Tony at his word. And lastly, if anyone reads this and you realize you were there PLEASE comment and let me know. I would love to hear your perspective on this.)