I emailed this Top
whom I’d met on an all male site. He was 56, a businessman and Top, 6'1, 195,
salt and pepper hair, strictly barebacked, and never pulled out. He said was interested taking me for my
virgin ride. I had tried it once before, but chickened out; and the Dude shot
all over my back.
After numerous
emails, we decided to meet. I got to the coffee shop at his hotel an hour
early. I was nervous and sat in the car, playing the radio, thinking, but not
hearing. Should I go through with
it?
Finally, I committed
to go all the way. When I entered the restaurant, I immediately recognized his
blue shirt and slacks. We greeted
each other and sat down at the bar. He looked as advertised, maybe a bit older,
but definitely in good shape. We
talked in the corner. I told him that I wanted to take his Cum bare and deep.
He warned that once
he started, he wouldn’t pull out, and said he’d tie my hands, maybe my legs,
maybe gag me, and go for my Pussy.
Foolish and naïve that I was, I agreed. I’ll never know why. I knew that he might be POZ.
He admitted as much when he said he’d never been tested.
We got in the
elevator. He had a big hardon and pulled my hand to his crotch. We walked, to
the end of the quiet, deserted hall. He used his card key and hung a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the
door. He turned and kissed me
passionately. I responded, French
kissing him back.
My knees were like
jelly, and I was shaking ever so slightly. No, I wasn’t cold.
It was my nerves. He
told me to strip and kneel on the carpet.
I did as he ordered, pealing off my clothes slowly, in a delaying
tactic, piling them ever so neatly on a chair. I was willing, but needed time. I’d used several
enemas before cuming to the hotel, so I was ready. Meanwhile, I heard him peeing in the bathroom.
He’d stripped off his
clothes and came out nude, facing me in front of a full-length mirror. Hairy
chest, some stomach, but strong hairy legs, hairy pubes, balls, 7-inch Dick
rather thick, and fully erect. He
told me to suck him, but that lasted for only minutes before he guided me to
the bed. The taste his Precum lingered on my lips.
He pushed me down on
my back, arms over my head, anchoring them to the bedstead. He stuffed a pillow under my buttocks
and started to rim me. God, did that feel great! With my Butt elevated toward the
ceiling, he tied a rope over my stomach, cushioned by a towel, then under the
bed, thereby immobilizing me on the mattress. I was dripping Precum like there was no tomorrow. There I lay with my quivering Mancunt
open and exposed, an inviting receptacle for Any Man’s Seed. “Did I need to be gagged?”
“No!” I replied adamantly; though he pointedly dug a Ball Gag out
of his suitcase, and laid it on the bed stand, in case I got loud. At that point, I almost panicked, but
was determined not to chicken out.
He mounted me, kissing me deeply, pushing his Cock Head he’d prelubed with Vaseline into my Pussy. With a slow rocking motion, he was in to the hilt, then paused, waiting for me to adjust. He said simply, "Let's Fuck!"
He started pumping
slowly, then furiously, my legs propped round his neck. He fucked only for
minutes till his breathing grew labored.
I was nervous about the upcuming Load. What if he were POZ?
Yeah, I was prepared to be barebacked; but was I also ready for the Bug?
I’d never given it much thought.
How would I tell my Doc I needed to be tested? What would he surmise?
He’d been our family physician since I was a kid, Maybe I’d have to find someone
else.
I knew he wouldn’t
pull out, and I wasn't going anywhere.
He was going to get what he wanted; and maybe I’d get what I
didn’t. He told me he was going to
shoot and asked how badly I needed to be bred. I told him I was nervous, afraid, but
wanted him more than ever before. We were sweating up a storm. He kept piston-fucking, both of us
breathless. He held a bottle of
Poppers under my nose, I mean, not
for a second, but a whole goddamned minute. My head was spinning, and I wondered how wise I’d been to
take that Viagra I’d “borrowed” from
Dad.
My Ass was more open than I’d ever thought possible. I was ready to be bred, whatever that meant. More ready than ever. Right then his Dick and my Pussy were the only things in the whole world important to me. One more thrust and he started spooging. He fucked me harder, growling as he went along. He kept his hot pubes nailed to mine, his Cock deep in my Hole. An incredible feeling of warmth welled up inside me. His Dick spasmed repeatedly as ropes of Raw Jizm spurted into my Cunt.
I could hold back no longer and shot all over his belly. He lay, still, atop me, telling me that he needed to rest, and that his Seed needed time to germinate, for me to be properly bred. At last he pulled out, telling me I was his Pussy Boy and he was my Master. In a sense, he was right. I regarded him as my second father, husband, or something; and I was his Pregnant Bitch. He began biting my Nips grabbing my Buttocks, and roughly yanked my ankles apart—I suppose to prove his dominance over me. At that point, it didn’t matter. I let him do as he willed.
I was exhausted, sweaty, cum-fucked, and accepting of my Status in Life. What a great feeling it was to fuck without Condoms, to feel his bare Dick thrust in and out of my Hole, the spasms when he pumped his Load, and the warmth of his Jizm. But that wasn’t the end of it. We did it twice more that afternoon. I was already stretched out and prelubed with his Cum, and no longer needed to be bound.
I can't wait for next time. To be frank, I don’t know if I can wait for him to cum back to town. I may have to find someone else—just for the interim—you understand. There’s a park near our house. I think I’ll give it a try. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard stories of what goes on there after dark.