This is going to be a long, hard one for you today… with pics, too!
The following is a true story… it just happened to me yesterday! And the title above says the truth, too. 😉 There is one major embellishment, and it is rather embarrassing, but I’ll only reveal what it is at the end–only read it if you want. I don’t want you to laugh at me & my comments until after you’ve gotten off. But 98% of this is all true, really! Pictures are illustrative net pic only… not me or him by any means.
So I’ve been moaning here about how I’m ready to have some casual times. So I have/had an ad on a cruising site… but it was more for me looking to be a bondage/foot top. I got some flaky responses, as well as a response asking if I would still want to be a bondage bottom. I didn’t answer right away, but after a day or two, I decided to go for it.
He was a pretty cute, young (30) Hispanic guy. As soon as I entered his house, he asked me to strip in his living room. I did, noticing he already had a porn playing on the TV behind me. He immediately put a collar on me, tied up my cock & balls with a leather strap, and put leather cuffs on my wrists. He played with my nipples, twisting and pinching them hard. He sat on the couch, and ordered me to my knees in front of him. He then lightly started slapping my bound balls. It didn’t hurt at first, but as it went on and on, the pain increased. I’d never had that done to me before, and it was pretty hot. Sort of like bastinado, but on my nuts!
He then placed a cloth hood over my eyes (my nose and mouth were exposed, but the rest of my head was covered). I waited there on my knees as I heard him unbutton his jeans. He locked the leather cuffs behind my back, and then grabbed the back of my head and shoved it onto his cock, where I proceeded to suck eagerly, forcing my head lower and lower, making me gag on it. After a short teaser, he moved my mouth to his smooth nipple, then his pits, and then back to his cock, telling me to fucking like it. Occasionally he’d pinch my nipples again while I serviced him. He totally enjoyed tormenting my nipples. He also spanked me. Just when the pain was getting really intense, he took a quick moment to suck on my dick… just enough to get it wet and hard.
After some time, he ordered for me to wait. He left the room for a moment, and when he returned, I felt ice on my cock. He bent me over his knee, uncuffed my hands, and rubbed the ice all over my back, down my crack, and then into my ass. He spanked me a bit more, and ordered me to suck him more.
He knew I liked feet, so he ordered me to floor and find his feet (remember, I’m still wearing the hood). I did without difficulty, and began kissing his socked foot. He ordered me to take off the sock, which I did, and I began worshiping his foot. It was smooth, and a bit chilled, with a very light odor. He moaned a lot, and it was clear to me he liked getting his feet serviced. After working on one thoroughly, he demanded I work the other one. It got serviced just the same.
He asked if I was ready to be fucked. I said I was if he had a condom. He did. He lead me to his bedroom (with the hood still on, mind you), and put my back on the bed, grabbing my legs in the air. He proceeded to ram his thick cock into me. I wasn’t bound, but I was ordered to keep my hands about my head.
After he plowed my ass for a bit, he sat on the bed next to me, and ordered me to jerk myself off. He shoved his foot into my face as I did so. After considerable worship, we both got off, with me shooting over my head.
Both of us spent, he cuddled me after, lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard, holding me in front of him. He removed my hood, and we just cuddled for a while, with him caressing my smooth chest, and continuing to pinch my nipples (which were getting pretty sore at that point). We chatted for a bit, and found out we were both teachers. After a long time of cuddling and even more painful nipple pinching, we moved into the living room. Despite getting off, he was still pretty horny, his eyes moving to the porn that was still playing on the TV.
He asked me to get on the floor and work on his feet again, and I submitted. I didn’t think I’d get hard again, but I did. I think it was even better working on his feet when I could see them in my face. Once again, we both got off. After a brief rest, he said he could go yet again, and even invite some friends over, but (reality hitting a bit) that was a bit much for me; besides, I had an engagement (non-sexual) later that night, so I had to turn it down.
So here it is, 24 hours later, and my nipples are still sore from the pinching. It was way more than I can usually take. I was sure they’d be really red. (Surprisingly, they’re not.) But for some reason, I keep touching them, as a naughty reminder.
Okay, now I have some reality spoilers & commentary. If you don’t want to loose your hard on, you may want to read this part later (or not at all!). For the rest of you, here come some Seinfeld-like attitudes.
In fact, this guy was a very good top. He was very considerate of what I wanted, was quick to make me comfortable (he put a pillow under my head when I was worshiping his feet, and promptly got me a cum rag at the end). Yeah, he worked my nipples a little hard. I said I liked light nipple play, and I think our definition of “light” was different. Still, I didn’t mind pushing my limits a bit… but I don’t know if I could go that hard again anytime soon.
While I was blindfolded and first servicing him, I was pretty sure he used some poppers. Not that I care all that much… but it sounded like he used a lot… at least four or five. I don’t know, I don’t use poppers, maybe that really isn’t a lot. But it just seems unnecessary to me. Plus, I was a bit worried he was going to force them on me (he didn’t, as it turned out).
Kinda wished there had been more bondage. Just hands behind the back, and even that was only half the time. And yes, the foot play was good, and yes, he likes getting his feet worked on, but I don’t think it was his area of speciality… like he never pressed both his feet into my face, and spent very little time pressing his feet into my cock.
Still, all minor, correctable things for the most part. The big, embarrassing spoiler: I wasn’t completely fucked. You see, I’m not an anal bottom very often (I’m much more of a “get orally serviced” guy), and I’m… well, pretty tight. By my and his own words. So tight (I won’t lie–it hurt like I was a 18 y.o. novice) he decided not to fuck me after all. I mean, we tried, but it was pretty clear I wasn’t up for it. Hey, at least I’m honest. (Maybe too honest for my own good!) But I figured it would have really made you shrivel like a stack of dimes if I had dropped that part into the story the first time around. Better to keep you hard, and then laugh about it later.
As we left, he sounded pretty determined to fuck me the next time, and said I had a great ass. His exact words: “It’s like seeing the Mona Lisa locked away in a closet!”. No kidding. He really said that. Funny & sweet at the same time. Don’t know if I’d want to see him again, but either way, I’ll be thinking about it for a while. Until the next one. 😉
Well, if this doesn’t help make your holidays happy, I don’t know what will.