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I was sitting with my friend, Pete, having a couple of Saturday afternoon beers in our favourite downtown sports bar, when my world changed suddenly.
“Hey, you look familiar,” a gruff voice said. I turned around and saw him. My heart began beating rapidly and I felt my cheeks redden.
Back up a few months…
I’m in my late 50s, divorced for 13 years, and had always been a little bi-curious but never acted on it. I’d watched a lot of gay porn and played with toys, hoping that would suffice, but they made me hungry for the real thing. I signed up on a gay dating site, and this guy reached out to me. A big guy in his early 60s. I explained that I wanted to experiment with someone. Anyway, long story short, I ended up kneeling between his legs, giving the guy a blowjob at his home in the suburbs. During the act, he called me his little cock whore and other names until he emptied his load in me. It all felt so illicit and oddly erotic and dirty being on my knees, giving a stranger a blow job. And that was it. I figured the chances of running into him were zero. And yet, here he was.
“I, I don’t think I know you,” I replied, my voice shaking a bit. “Maybe I just look like someone you know.”
“Your name’s Ray, no?” he replied, using the fake name I had given him at the time.
“No, sorry, wrong guy.”
“Really, huh?” he said. “I could have sworn I’ve met you. Well, my name is Duncan Reid. Nice to meet you.”
He extended his hand. He knew it was me and was determined to make me uncomfortable.
“Ryan Patterson,” I replied, hoping to get out of this quickly.
“Nice to meet you Ryan,” he said with a big smile, before extending his hand to my friend.
“Peter Aikens,” my friend said, shaking his hand.
“And what do you do for a living?” Duncan asked, apropos of nothing.
“I’m a CPA,” Pete replied. “I focus a lot on real estate. Why?”
“I like to make connections, so I always ask people I meet what they do for a living,” Duncan said. “In fact, I may need a CPA at some point over the next couple of months to help out with some holdings I have. Got a business card in case I need you?”
“Sure,” Pete said. He grabbed his wallet, pulled one out and handed it to him.
“Very serendipitous meeting you,” Duncan said. “And what do you do Ray, er, Ryan?”
“I’m also a CPA,” I replied.
“Fantastic!” he said. “Got a card?”
“Actually, no,” I lied.
“Hey, I’ve got one of your cards,” Pete said. He reached into his wallet and gave Duncan my card. “You gave it to me when you went independent last year. Not sure why I kept it so long.”
“Just my luck,” Duncan said, a big wolfish grin spreading across his face, enjoying my predicament. “Well, I’d give you one of my cards but I don’t have any on me. Nice running into you, though. If I need some help, I’ll be in touch boys.”
And with that, he walked off.
“That was weird,” Pete said. “I mean, he looked like he knew you and almost had your name right. Ray is pretty close to Ryan when you think about.”
“Yeah, sort of, I guess.”
I was just relieved he was gone but worried that he had my contact info. We finished our beers and left.
Just as I was settling in at home to watch some TV, my smartphone pinged. I had a text from an unfamiliar number. I opened it. Fuck! It was a video of me giving head to Duncan. I was filled with dread. Under the photo, he had texted: “I took a little video for my own viewing pleasure. What would your buddy Pete think, I wonder?”
Panicking, I texted back: “Please don’t send it to him. Look, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry about what?” he replied. “That you gave me a fake name and then tried to, if you’ll pardon the expression, blow me off at the bar, after I gave you a chance to experiment with another man?”
I didn’t know what to do or how to reply.
“Tell you what. You can make it up to me. You know where I live. Be here by 7 pm or Pete gets a video clip.”
I got up and started pacing. I had less than an hour. What should I do? Fuck. I decided afyon escort I would go there and try to talk him into deleting the video. Maybe offer some free work or even pay him. I arrived at his house just before 7 and knocked on his door. Duncan opened it immediately.
“You made a smart decision,” he said, ushering me in. “Would you like a drink?”
“No, I’m good,” I replied. “Look, maybe we can cut a deal or something. And you can delete the video.”
“Let’s go into the living room,” he said, ignoring my suggestion.
I followed him into the living room, where he sat on the couch. I went to sit down in an armchair.
“No, come sit here,” he said, patting the seat next to him on the couch.
I sat down beside him, feeling uncomfortable as hell.
“Look, maybe we can cut a deal or something,” I repeated.
“Shh, quiet,” he said, patting my thigh. “How did you enjoy sucking my cock last time? How did my cum taste?”
“Um, it was good, I guess.”
“When you got home, did you masturbate to it?” he asked as he rubbed my thigh. “Have you thought about it since then?”
“What difference does it make? Who cares? Can we just talk about the video?”
“Yes, I jerked off when I got home that day.”
“Did you enjoy about the situation?”
“I liked being on my knees and sucking a stranger’s cock,” I confessed. “I’d never had a real one in my mouth and I liked the texture and taste of cum.”
Jesus, what I am doing opening up to this guy?
“I do recall that you were on your knees pretty quickly,” he said. “Do you think that maybe you’re submissive?”
“I dunno, maybe, I dunno,” I stammered, getting embarrassed.
“There’s nothing wrong with being submissive. Letting someone else take control.”
I could feel my cock starting to get hard. Duncan moved his hand up and gently rubbed my crotch.
“Hmm, feels like you’re getting a little aroused. Would you like to do it again? Suck my cock on your knees?”
I couldn’t help myself. I did. I did want to suck his cock again. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Come with me.”
We got up, went down the hall and entered his bedroom. He threw me a pillow.
“I want you to get naked and kneel down on the pillow.”
I slowly took off my clothes until I stood naked in front of him. My cock was now hard and jutting outwards. I knelt down.
“Well, look at how hard your little penis is,” he said. “I think you are submissive. Naked in a stranger’s house with a desire to suck a cock.”
Duncan slowly removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on, all the while staring at me, with just the hint of a smile. I had forgotten how hairy he was and manly. He moved in front of me. He towered over my 5′ 7″ frame by at least eight or nine inches and easily outweighed me by 60 or 70 pounds. He reached down and slowly pulled my face into his crotch. It smelled faintly musky and sweaty, with a hint of urine. I don’t know why, but it was intoxicating.
“This is what a real man smells like,” he said, gently grinding my face into his crotch. “Now pull down my underwear.”
I slowly pulled his shorts down to the floor. He stepped out of them. I looked up.
“You know what to do. You know what you want to do.”
I reached up and took his cock in my hand, and leaned in. Even flaccid, it was big. I licked the tip, opened my mouth and took it in. He tasted good. It brought back the memory of my first time sucking him. For the next few minutes, I alternated between eagerly sucking and swirling my tongue around his cock, as it slowly began to harden. I reached up with one hand and massaged his massive balls. I was in heaven.
“That’s it, very good,” Duncan said. “Look at me.”
I looked up. He was smiling at me.
“This is your place, isn’t it?”
He took his now hard cock out of my mouth and began rubbing it over my face, smearing my own saliva over me. I felt an almost exhilarating mixture of shame, arousal and depravity at the same time, naked on my ağrı escort knees in front of this man as he rubbed his cock on my face.
“Suck on my balls.”
I took one in my mouth and slowly licked it before moving to his other one. Instinctively, I reached down and started jerking my cock.
“You want my cock in your mouth again, don’t you? Would you like my cock?”
“Please, give me your cock,” I said, my voice quivering.
“I’m sorry, pardon?”
“Please, give me your cock,” I said, more firmly and loudly.
I greedily grabbed his cock, sticking it in my mouth. He put his hands on my head and started pumping deeper and deeper into my mouth. I started gagging and tried to pull away, but he held me firmly and kept pounding. I had tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to keep up with his assault on my mouth. I had to grab onto his legs to hang on. I felt my spit and drool streaming down my chin, dripping onto my thighs and cock. He kept pounding, showing no mercy. I was having a hard time controlling my mouth.
And then he slowed down, giving me a chance to collect myself. I continued sucking his cock and fondling his balls. I tasted his pre-cum and kept at it, determined to swallow Duncan’s cum. Again.
“Oh, I’m getting close, baby.”
Moments later, he grunted loudly, and I felt the first pulse of cum hit the back of my throat. Then in quick succession, four more blasts came. I swallowed quickly, savoring the taste.
“Keep sucking,” he ordered. “Make sure you get every drop.”
I kept at it until he was emptied. He pulled it out, reached down, grabbed my chin and looked down at me.
“We’re only getting started,” he said, with a smirk. He then pushed me backwards and I fell onto my back.
“Holy shit, your little penis is still hard,” he said, bursting into a laugh. “You loved being mouth fucked, didn’t you?”
He moved between my legs and placed a foot on my cock and started rubbing it. Instinctively, I moaned.
“Listen to yourself. You’ve found your place, haven’t you.”
He kept rubbing his foot along my cock. I was slowly writhing to the motion. He moved his foot so it was between his big and second toe, still rubbing me up and down. I was going to cum. He stopped and removed his foot.
“Now I want you to jerk yourself off and blow your load onto my feet.”
I got to me knees, reached down and started jerking off. In seconds, I started spraying my cum on his feet and floor. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms I had had in a long time.
“Now, lick it up.”
Humiliated, I leaned down and began lapping up my own cum. When I finished, he moved over to the bed and climbed on, reclining against the headboard.
“I want you to go get me a drink of water.”
I left the room and found the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the counter and poured some water into it. I returned. He was still reclining on the bed but his legs were now splayed wide open. I handed him the water and looked down at his magnificent cock.
“Kneel down,” Duncan said.
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Why do you want to know how I feel?”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he asked. “Tell me, how do you feel right now after driving over here, sucking my cock, drinking my cum and then licking up your own cum?”
“I guess I feel kind of dirty, but…” My voice trailed off.
“And? Go on, you can tell me.”
“I feel conflicted. I enjoyed it and yet I feel dirty for that and also feel some shame. It’s hard to explain. I guess I like someone using me. And that’s confusing to me.”
He looked at me with a knowing smile on his face.
“That’s what a submissive little cock whore should feel like,” he said. “See, it wasn’t so hard to say. You want it again, don’t you?”
My face reddened, just like it had when I encountered Duncan earlier.
I scrambled onto the bed and crawled between his legs, leaned down and took his cock in aksaray escort my mouth. It was like I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to drink his cum again. As I sucked and licked him, I played with his balls. In no time, he was rock hard again.
He got off the bed, grabbed a bottle of lube off the night table, went to the end of bed and grabbed my legs. In one motion, he flipped me over onto my back and pulled me closer to him.
“Now it’s time to get fucked,” he said. “Ever been fucked up before?”
“Not by a real cock, only a dildo,” I replied.
Duncan sniggered. He lifted my legs and rested them against his torso, exposing my ass at the edge of the bed. Then he poured some lube on my ass and rubbed it around, before rubbing some on his cock.
“Aren’t you going to use a condom?” I asked.
“No. I think you want to feel my cum in your ass. Isn’t that right?”
I just nodded.
He pulled me closer again and pressed his cock against my hole and started pushing in. I didn’t fight it. He was right. I wanted to get fucked. It was huge and it hurt a bit as he pressed forward. I could feel the heat of his cock as it entered me. Thankfully he was gentle, as he continued entering me slowly. It felt good, and so much different than a dildo. He filled me up.
“Squeeze my cock. Tighten up that ass.”
I squeezed as best I could with his massive cock already stretching my insides. What little pain I had experienced had subsided. He started fucking me. It felt so good, I started moaning again and writhing like a slut to meet his every thrust.
“Doesn’t it feel good to have daddy’s cock in your ass? You’ll be begging for it from now on. You’ve had an awakening. You’ve crossed a threshold.”
Duncan kept pounding away for a few minutes and then suddenly pulled out. Immediately I felt empty and wanted him to continue.
“Move up the be and lie on your stomach.”
I quickly complied.
“Now tell me how much you want me to fuck you, cock whore, and blow my seed into your man-pussy.”
“Please, I want you to fuck me,” I cried. “I want to feel your cum in my ass.”
He crawled onto the bed, got on top of me and pushed his cock into my ass again. It slid in easily and felt good. He had one of his arms across my nape, pinning my head down.
“That’s it, take my cock!”
He started pounding my ass my ass again. I was now moaning and grunting with each thrust of Duncan’s cock in my ass. I didn’t know what being fucked would be like, but I never expected it would be this good.
“You want my cum?”
“Yes, yes,” I cried.
Duncan kept fucking away for what seemed like minutes. I’d lost track of time. All I knew was I didn’t want it to stop.
“Take my load!”
And with that, he gave a big thrust and grunted, and I felt his warm cum squirting into my ass. He gave a few more grunt-accompanied thrusts and stopped, collapsing with his full weight on me. He was breathing heavily. He stayed inside me for about 30 seconds and then pulled out.
“Damn, that was good,” he said. “Breaking in an ass never gets old, even if it’s an old ass.”
I just laid there, not knowing what to do or say. This guy had just taken my ass and I loved it, yet I was filled once again with shame.
“This video is going to make some good viewing,” he said, pointing to a small camera on his bureau. “I love it when I can turn guys like you into moaning little bottoms.”
“You recorded this?” I cried. “Please, you’ve got to delete it. That’s not right. You didn’t ask my permission.”
“Relax, nobody’s going to see it but me. It’s kinda like extra insurance though. I mean, you were begging me to fuck you and cum in your ass. I know that when I call, you will come immediately. Maybe we can watch it together next time while I fuck you. Maybe I’ll invite some friends over, too.”
He slapped my ass.
“Now get dressed. We’re done for now. You can leave.”
I got dressed quickly and left. I climbed into my car and just sat there with a thousand-yard stare thinking about what I had just done, and what Duncan had done to me. And how he’d drawn out my feelings and revealed a part of me I didn’t know existed. I could feel cum oozing out of my ass. And then my cock began to stir.
What’s happening to me?
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