This story is Dan's version (the bottom) of On the Prowl (1).
I needed this trip. I love my wife, I love my family, but the stress of work and family life had been getting to me lately. I’m in my early 40’s, and I guess people would say I’m on the brink of a full-blown mid-life crisis. I’m not planning on buying a car, or getting a new job, or anything like that. But I have reached the point where I’m tired of pretending I don’t lust after other men, especially strong, muscular, football player type guys. I’ve dreamed of being with another guy since puberty, but I’ve always played the straight guy, too scared to give in to what I want. But I’ve decided, on this trip, I’m going to indulge myself. I’m going to visit a gay bar. I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to talk with anyone, but I’m going to go in and see what it’s like.
I checked into the hotel at about 4:30 pm, and settled in my room. I opened my laptop, switched to private browsing since this was a work computer, and looked up gay bars in the area. I was in a downtown hotel, and I was surprised to find there were two bars within a 5 minute walk of the hotel. I chose the closest one, and then went and showered and got ready, dressed in my khaki pants and polo. I’m a preppy dad of three, and I don’t really know how to dress as anything but that! I stand at 5’8, and weigh 180. I’m not fat, but I don’t work out very often, and I kind of have what our culture calls a dad bod.
Walking into the bar, I was surprised to find that it looked just like any other bar I’d ever been to, except that the clientele was almost exclusively men. Looking around, there were some nice looking guys, but nothing that really caught my eye. I began to feel nervous and wonder if I’d made a mistake. I didn’t have anyone here to talk with, and this was seeming more and more like a bad idea. I promised myself I would enjoy one drink, doing some people watching, and then get out of there and back to the hotel.
I was nursing that drink, almost done actually, when I saw him. He was working the room, making his way around the bar. When I first saw him, he was across the bar, and he looked at me while I was staring! I had to turn away, I didn’t want to be caught staring. I shouldn’t be staring at him, because he was clearly young enough to be my son! But he was exactly the kind of guy that I fantasize about. Tall, muscular, football player build. His clothes were tight, showing off his amazing physique, and his jeans revealed a rather large bulge in front. He was the most beautiful, the most perfect man I could even imagine. I'd never seen anyone so hot in person before! Everyone was looking at him. My eyes kept going back to him as I watched him work his way around the bar until he was behind me. I couldn’t bring myself to turn around; that would be too obvious!
I almost fell off the stool when I felt a warm body press up against me from behind, as a man moved in to sit on the stool next to me. “Sorry,” a deep, masculine voice next to my ear said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Oh, that’s okay…” my voice caught in my throat as I turned my head toward the speaker. It was the muscular guy! He had come over to me, and appeared about to engage me in conversation. Why in the hell would he want to talk with me?
“I’m Justin,” he said, offering me his hand to shake.
“Dan,” I replied nervously, my voice coming out high and squeaky. He squeezed my hand and then held on, just holding eye contact. I couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t let go. It was like he had this power over me. I was lost in his presence. I couldn’t believe this guy wanted to talk with me!
“Nice to meet you, Dan,” he said, his deep masculine voice reverberating in my ears. Everything about this guy Justin just screamed MAN!
“You too…” I replied. Why can’t I get any words out right? Why is this guy so sexy? Why am I here?
“You new in town?” Justin asked. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” I felt like I couldn’t think straight! This incredibly sexy, muscular guy, who clearly could have any guy in this bar, was trying to carry on a conversation with me. Of all the scenarios I imagined tonight, this was not one. I really just thought I’d meet some random guy who would offer to give a newbie a blowjob and that would be it. Having Mr. Universe chatting me up was so far outside the realm of possibility in my mind, that I know I was dumbfounded and sounded like a complete idiot every time I opened my mouth.
“I, um, am here for a conference. I, uh, just thought I might, um, get a drink before I go back to the hotel. You know, unwind after my flight and all.”
Justin was good, though. He didn’t acknowledge my nervousness. He kept our conversation going, asking me about life. I started to relax, opening up, telling him about my job, my wife, my family. He was friendly, and I started to feel better about myself. I mean, looking around the bar, I could see the looks of jealousy on the faces of men all around the room. They wanted Justin to be focused on them. The hottest guy in the bar was talking to me! It was kind of an ego boost!
“So,” Justin finally asked at a pause in the conversation, “Mr. Married Dad, had you ever been in a gay bar before?”
“No,” I answered him, “tonight is my first.”
“Ah,” he said, a charming smile on his face, “a virgin!”
I know I blushed and looked down, unsure of his intentions, and unwilling to let him see the fire of desire that was building in my eyes. Before I could say anything in response, he went on: “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Sexy married guys are my weakness, so I’m glad I’m here to guide you through your first time!”
I wondered what he meant by ‘my first time.’ Is he talking about my first time in a gay bar, or does he mean something more? Is he suggesting that he would want to have sex with me? What would that even mean? I had seen gay porn, plenty of times, but I never imagined that I would find myself propositioned by a hot guy like Justin. What was he looking for?
While those thoughts crashed around in my head, Justin leaned over and murmured in my ear, “Is there anything else you’d like to try for the first time?” As he asked that, I felt him put his hand on my back. Then his hand was sliding down my back and he grabbed my ass! This stud was groping me, in a gay bar, in front other people! He was coming on to me!
“What?” I asked, leaning back to look directly into his eyes.
To answer my question, he leaned back in, his mouth next to my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my back as his hand continued to rest on my ass, and he said quietly, “I’m asking if there’s anything you’d like to do if I invited you to my house.” I’m sure my mouth dropped open as he paused, then added, “Because there’s nothing I love more than taking a sexy married guy and introducing him to the pleasure that another man can give.”
The chill that I felt from his hand developed into a full-blown shiver at his words. I could think of nothing so glorious as to be invited into this stud’s bed! How could I be so lucky on my first visit to a gay bar? Then I wondered what we would do? What was expected from me? Was he a top or bottom, or versatile, or what? I’d always imagined that I would be versatile, having never experienced anything before. He didn’t let me wonder for long.
“Just so you know,” he continued, “when you come with me, I’ll be fucking you silly. And you will love it, beg for it, and give yourself to me fully.”
I shivered again, seeing in my mind’s eye myself as a slut bottom taking what appeared to be a massive cock from this stud. He was the man. Him fucking me, a smaller and weaker man, made sense. I smiled at the thought. I was going to get fucked.
Justin then grabbed my chin in his hand, turned my face toward his, and said: “So tell me, daddy: Are you ready do all of the things you’ve only fantasized about with me? Do you want to have sex with a powerful, muscular stud? Are you ready to find out what you’ve been missing all these years that you’ve denied who you are?”
It was decision time. In that moment, my brain flashed between two pictures: me with my wife and kids in a perfect family photo, and me naked, on my back, taking this stud’s cock. I wanted the stud, but already felt guilt at the betrayal of the trust of my family. My wife was home, thinking I was checked into the hotel and getting a good night’s rest before my conference. She’d already texted me, hoping I slept well in a strange bed, and hoping that the conference was beneficial. Instead, I’m in a gay bar, and the hottest man in the place wants me naked in his bed, submitted to him.
The war inside between doing the “right thing” and what I wanted was brought to an end by Justin. He leaned in and kissed me. I was in a gay bar, and a man was kissing me. Maybe the hottest man I’d ever seen in person. In shock I held still, not pulling back, but after a moment I gave in and kissed him back. His tongue pressed in my mouth and I opened my lips for him, much the way I imagine he’ll want me to open my legs for him later. It was a powerful kiss, and I felt my insides turn to mush, my knees go weak, and I knew in that moment I’d do anything he asked (or commanded for that matter)! I was also shocked to realize that my cock was harder that it had ever been, trapped in my khaki pants.
“You ready now?” he asked, pulling away from my face, a knowing smile on his lips. He knew I was his. I nodded.
Justin motioned the bartender to bring the bill, and he paid for our drinks. I tried to stop him, to pay for my own, but he wouldn’t let me. It suddenly felt like a date, and I was the woman. He paid the tab, then grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, and out onto the sidewalk. I saw the stares of the crowd, wondering why in the world this stud would choose me, and realizing that they all knew that I was on my way to Justin’s bed. I guess their jealousy made me feel good. I won the prize tonight! Justin interlaced his fingers with mind in a romantic bond as we walked out of the bar. He held my hand, just like I hold my wife’s, as he walked me to his car.
Reaching the passenger side of the car, Justin pushed me against the car, and ground his body against mine, taking me once again in a passionate kiss, that gave insight into the kind of night we were about to enjoy. I melted into him, his taller and much more muscular body commanding my respect and even obedience. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the way my wife does to me all the time, and submitted to his advances. I couldn’t get enough of feeling his massive arm muscles, his round mighty shoulders, the muscles of his back. His entire body was just perfect muscle, and he was at the moment wrapped around me, surrounding me with his masculine aura. It’s strange, because I was assuming the beta role in the kiss, but I felt like more of a man because this huge man wanted me! At one point he grabbed my ass as we made out, and I moaned, hearing the sluttiness of the sound as it escaped my throat.
Finally, breaking the kiss, Justin smiled down at me as he said, “This is gonna be fun!” I smiled back, overwhelmed at this turn of events. Justin opened the passenger door for me, grabbing my elbow and helping me in the car. He walked around the front of the car, and I watched him walk, mesmerized at the picture of perfect masculinity!
Getting in the driver’s seat, Justin looked at me while starting the car and said, “I’ve got me some hot married pussy tonight!” He then leaned over to me and pulled me into a passionate kiss once again. Damn, this dude is hot, and he is an amazing kisser! At this point, fireworks were going off in my mind. I never knew that having my body referred to in terms usually reserved for a woman could affect me, but I LOVED him calling my ass a pussy! After a few seconds, he pulled back, grinned, put the car in drive, and we pulled out. I kept seeing him do things that I did with my wife, like resting his hand on my leg while he drove, occasionally running it up and down my leg in a possessive way. My dick stayed hard, and I kept feeling my legs naturally spread open as he pawed at me.
About 10 minutes later, Justin turned into his driveway and pulled into the garage. Turning the car off, he shut the garage door before we got out. I assumed he didn’t want all his neighbors to know that he brought a guy home, although I’ll admit I appreciated the privacy as well. Although honestly, the making out we did outside the club was not very private!
We both got out of the car, and I followed him over to the door into the house. Justin unlocked it and then stepped in, holding the door open for me, smiling as I walked into his home. He grabbed my hand, stopping me as he shut the door, then proceeded to press me back against the closed door and dominate my mouth again with his tongue. God, I was hot for this guy!
“Are you really a virgin?” he asked, pulling back momentarily from the kiss.
“Yes…” I haltingly answered, looking down at his feet, afraid he wouldn’t want me if he knew. I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I’d never even kissed a guy before him.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of!” he said quickly, grabbing my chin and lifting my face to meet his gaze. “Everyone has a first time, and lucky you, you’re about to have your first time with a stud who knows how to fuck!” I smiled, relieved as he took my mouth again, his tongue conquering me, making me his. I was moaning with desire, my cock painfully hard, and oddly, my asshole was pulsing, itching with a need I’d never felt before. All his talk of fucking was getting me ready for the real thing!
A moment later, he stepped back and grabbed my shirt, pulling it out of my pants and then up and over my head, leaving me undressed from the waist up. I was embarrassed for him to see my soft dad bod, but he acted like I was what he wanted. His hand touching my skin, running all over my torso.
“Lose the pants!” he then commanded. I immediately began unbuckling my belt, unzipping and dropping my pants, stepping out of my shoes so that I could pull the khakis off fully.
“The socks and underwear too!” he added. I removed my socks and then pushed my underwear down. My very hard 6 inch cock popped up and out as the underwear fell, joining my pants on the floor. I was naked, standing fully exposed in front of a far hotter, bigger, more muscular, more masculine man. I’ve never felt so small or inferior. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. I was naked, he was clothed. He had commanded my nakedness, and I had obeyed. I was his.
Justin stepped up to me and began feeling me up. His hands were all over me, but he was paying careful attention to my ass, complementing me on being a sexy man. I couldn’t stop moaning and groaning as his hands groped me. I couldn’t stop my legs from spreading apart as he played with my ass. I wondered if this was how my wife felt when I pawed at her when she was naked!
I was so nervous, yet so turned on. I didn’t know what to do, or what would happen next, but nothing prepared me for what actually happened. After running his hands all over me, as if to prove that I was his to play with as he wished, Justin bent down, wrapped his arm around my waist, and lifted me up onto his shoulder! “Holy fuck!” I thought, he just picked me up as if I weigh nothing. My body was slung over his shoulder, my torso and head hanging down his back, my view of his own perfectly round and muscular ass.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom!” he said, carrying me with purpose to go get fucked. Even his walk was hot. He walked with the confidence of a man who knew he was hot, and had the body and the dick to back up his persona. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, but knew it was big. Justin just gave off that big dick energy we all hear so much about! My own 6 inch cock throbbed at his show of strength. Up until that moment, this was the single hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
“You’re so…strong!” I stammered as he walked me into his room and set me down on the bed.
He smiled confidently, commanding, “Undress me!”
I jumped from the bed, grabbed his shirt first and lifted it up, struggling to get it over his massive muscles. Eventually he gave me a smile as he helped me get the shirt off. I blushed, ashamed at my own weakness. But I had little time to worry about that, because before me was the most perfect chest, abs, and arms I’d ever seen up close. I reached out, running my hands all over his meaty pecs, rippling my fingers over his 8 pack abs, and grabbing and feeling his arms and shoulders. I was in awe!
He smiled at my worship of him, letting me play for a moment before announcing, “I’m still wearing jeans!” I quickly moved my hands down to the button of his jeans, unhooking it and lowering his zipper. I was faced with another struggle, trying to remove his jeans from his bulging thighs. Seeing my difficulty, Justin placed his hands on my shoulders.
“You know, it might be easier to get them down if you were on your knees,” he suggested, smiling as his hands pressed me down. My knees bent as I lowered myself onto my knees before this powerful man, the ultimate act of submission. It was not lost on me that the massive bulge I had glimpsed earlier was now right in front of my face! I finished pulling his jeans down, and he stepped out of them. Jeans gone, the fabric of his boxer briefs couldn’t contain the heft of thick cock it was trying to hide, and his erection pressed out, looming large before my eyes. I looked up to his face, my lust apparent. I wanted him to tell me I could take his cock out. I wanted him to let me know that I was allowed to pleasure him. Justin smiled and nodded, giving me the permission and affirmation I craved. I lowered his briefs, his thick cock slapping me in the face as it bounced free.
I bent further down to lower his underwear to the floor, and he stepped out of them. I looked back up to take in Justin’s perfect body, now fully naked before me. I felt his hand on the back of my head as I looked up into his eyes.
“You know what comes next, right?” he asked. I nodded as I lowered my gaze back to his 8 inch cock, just inches from my face. “Then open up your mouth,” he commanded simply.
I opened my mouth as he pulled me to himself, his cock pressing between my lips and into my mouth. I was sucking cock! For the first time in my 42 year life, I had another man’s cock in my mouth! It tasted amazing, clean yet manly somehow. He had showered recently, yet I could still taste a hint of his musk. His cock was rock hard, and yet was soft somehow. The emotions and feelings were exploding in my brain as his cock wormed itself into my mouth, and I began a slow back and forth suction on his cock. I could occasionally taste a dollup of what I later learned was precum, and it tasted delicious. I wanted more!
My inexperience with cock-sucking must have shown, because he had to remind me several times to “Watch the teeth!” I tried to do better, wanting to please him. I found I could cover my teeth with my lips somewhat. That seemed to please him. Once I started, it was like I couldn’t get enough! I never wanted to get off his cock. I felt like it was right for me to be on my knees, servicing this muscular man as best I could. I decided to try something I wished my wife would do to me, and I pulled off to lick around his cock head and up and down his shaft.
Taking that opportunity, he grabbed my head and moved me lower, saying “Give my balls some attention too!” I began to lick and kiss his balls, his masculine scent stronger there. I felt like such a slut, running my mouth and my face all over this stud’s balls.
He finally pulled my head back up to his dick, guiding it back into my mouth. This time, however, he pulled me further on it, his cock head touching the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back, but his hand held my head still, his cock still pretty deep in my mouth.
“We’ll get over that gag reflex soon enough,” he said. “Now look at me.”
I raised my eyes to meet his. His hand on the back of my head pulled me forward, pressing his cock further back into my mouth. As I felt his head touch the back of my throat, he said, “Now swallow!” I did and suddenly his cock went into my throat. I was scared and elated, feeling like I would choke or pass out. I had no control, because he was holding me on his cock, which was buried in my throat. I was completely under his control, my eyes watering, tears running down my cheeks. They were not tears of sorrow; rather, I think of them as the natural expression of the giving up of control of one man to another sexually.
I was relieved when he released the pressure on my head, saying, “You’re a natural at this. Your throat was made for cock!” as he let me back up for air. I gulped in as much air as I could, but all too soon he was pressing back into my mouth and throat, beginning to face fuck me. I gagged some, but realized that my throat was opening up and I began to be able to control the gag reflex. I felt good, knowing I was able to please him with my throat. I felt good, knowing that I was doing a good job the first time a cock ever passed through my lips.
After a few more moments of deep-throating him, he pulled me off his dick. l felt him reach down and grab me under my arms, lifting me quickly until I was once against standing before him. I felt like such a slut, my spit, mixed with his precum, and my tears, running down my face and chin. He smiled at me, clearly pleased, and he grabbed my face and once again covered my mouth in a passionate kiss. Releasing me then, he spun me around, wrapping his massive arms around my body and pulling me against his chest. I felt his hard cock, that had just been in my throat, pressing against my ass, alerting me to his intentions. His muscles felt amazing pressed against me. I felt so small, so insignificant, and yet so protected, held tightly against his body.
“Tell me,” he growled in my ear, “have you ever had anything in this sweet little ass?”
“Only my finger,” I groaned, my head rolling back against his shoulder, lost in the desire I was feeling. “When I’m alone, I play with my ass and stick a finger in.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, and I could hear a playful tone in his voice as he asked, “Do you know why guys play with their ass with this finger?” He took his hand and held it up in front of me, his middle finger extended in front of him. I thought it was a strange question, but I tried to answer: “Maybe because it’s longer, it fits in better?”
“No,” replied, laughing, “It’s because it’s mine.” I laughed at his joke, feeling somehow closer to him as I caught a glimpse of his sense of humor. All I’d known of him thus far was sex god!
He then returned to his original line of questioning: “And when you’re fingering yourself, do you imagine that it’s a big, muscular stud pushing his cock into you?”
“Yeah…” I groaned. He was playing me like a fiddle, making me want him. I ground my body back against him, my back arching somewhat, feeling the strength of his cock pressed between my ass cheeks.
Justin began stepping forward, pushing me with him until he had moved us so that I was pressed against the bed. He moved his arms, unwrapping them from my chest, and then pressing on my back. With him standing, holding me against the bed, I had no choice but to bend forward over his bed. I realized that he was getting me ready to get fucked, and that by admitting I fingered myself, I had just admitted that I fantasized about getting fucked. Fear overtook me, thinking that he was about to slam his cock straight in!
“Please go slow!” I said, afraid for the first time of getting hurt. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said softly, gently calming my nerves. “Your man knows what he’s doing. You’re in good hands.”
'Your man.' He just said he was my man! Wow, what a thought! And what a calming effect that one statement had on me. He was my man. He was my protector. He wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to me. I relaxed into his hands, ready for whatever he wanted.
I felt him kneel behind me, placing a hand on each cheek, and separating them. Suddenly, the most amazing feeling that I’ve ever experienced exploded from my asshole and coursed throughout my entire body. He had touched my ass with his tongue! I had seen rimming in gay porn, but I had no idea it could feel like this! For the first time in my life, I actually understood why guys liked their ass played with. At this point, I’d rather be rimmed than get a blowjob! “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “What was that?”
I heard Justin reply, “Just wait!” his words muffled by the cheeks of my ass. Then he began to rim me full force, licking and probing with his tongue. I was groaning and moaning and whining like a bitch. I really sounded like a girl getting eaten out! I loved it! I never wanted his tongue to leave my hole! I could feel him pressing more and more saliva up into my hole, which I could feel getting more and more slick.
As if that wasn’t good enough, after a few minutes of rimming, he added a finger, then another. He began moving his fingers in and out as I squealed in pleasure, in disbelief that another man could make me feel this way! I heard Justin moving around some, but I was was enjoying how he played my ass. I felt the slickness of what must have been lube being added to the fingers, and then he pressed a third finger in. I tensed up slightly at the third finger, but quickly relaxed again, and if anything, I began moaning even louder. Again, I felt Justin moving around, but was just relishing the feeling his three fingers were giving to my hole.
A moment later, though, he slipped his fingers from my hole and suddenly I felt him press the head of his cock against my opening. I moaned as he began to press in, holding still and realizing that after this moment, I would no longer be a virgin. I could no longer say that I’d never been fucked. He was taking my cherry.
I held still as I heard him ask, “You ready to get fucked, bitch?”
Damn, his words turned me on so much as I groaned out a “Yeah.”
“What’s that?” he asked authoritatively.
I answered with, “Yes Sir!” With the head of his cock lodged in my hole, he slammed forward and in one ferocious slide of his thick cock into my ass, my virginity was gone. I screamed as he bottomed out in me, my ass convulsing and trying push out the invader. Tears streamed from my eyes at the sudden pain. Why would guys want to do this?
I felt Justin lay himself over my back, holding me down. I couldn’t move. Whispering in my ear, he sought to comfort me, saying, “Shhhhhhh. You’ve got it all now baby. Just relax.” Once again, his words calmed me. I began to breath, and my hole magically began to relax and stopped resisting him. Sensing my giving in, he began to gently move in and out slightly. Within a minute, he had me groaning as pleasure that began as a warmth quickly morphed into waves that were washing throughout my body! I could hear myself moaning, and once again I sounded like a girl, loving her first penetration, letting her man take her. Justin was making me his in yet another way.
He grunted in my ear, picking up speed with his hips, “Yeah, that’s it bitch! Love the feeling of my cock in your hole! Give yourself fully to this fuck! Give yourself to your man!” Damn, I sound like a whore taking his cock. The power and speed of his thrusts increased, until he was pistoning in and out of my hole, pounding me into the mattress.
I couldn’t contain the pleasure I felt, yelling out, “Yeah, fuck me! Take my hole! Yeah, get it! Harder! Please!!!”
His response got me even hotter: “Oh yeah, bitch? Does your pussy like this cock?”
“Yes!! I love your cock!” I responded enthusiastically. “Fuck my pussy!”
I don’t really know what came over me. I never talked during sex with my wife. Yet here I was, begging this muscular hunk to fuck me harder! After fucking me hard for a few moments, Justin slowed down and pressed into me fully, holding his cock buried balls deep in my pussy, as he called it.
Justin pulled out, slapped my ass and told me climb up on the bed. Once there, he climbed up behind me, then grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my back. Holy shit! I loved that he was powerful enough just to put me wherever he wanted! He moved to lay down on top of me, covering my body with his own and covering my mouth with his in an electrifying kiss. I was astonished to feel my legs naturally lift up and wrap around his waist. His cock was once again at my hole.
Pulling back from the kiss, Justin said, “Look me in the eyes.” I looked up into his eyes, my eyes widening as he pressed his cock forward and once again he bottomed out in my hole. It was intense, staring at him as he fucked into me! I couldn’t control myself! My hands couldn’t get enough of touching his muscular body, and I wanted to feel him on me, overpowering me, taking me. I kept trying to pull him down onto me. I wanted to worship the body that was fucking me. I wrapped my legs tighter around Justin, pulling him into me and holding him there.
“Oh, yeah stud!” “Fuck me!” “Just like that!” The words coming out of my mouth wouldn’t stop. It was like a damn of verbal fuck-talk had burst, and I couldn’t stop exclaiming my pleasure at how his cock felt in my hole! Then, Justin grabbed my legs wish-boned them out, giving himself leverage to fuck me even deeper. “FUCK!” my mind screamed in lust as I saw his muscles bulge, maneuvering me to submit to him. I thought he had fucked me before, but now I knew what fucking was. He power fucked me into the bed. I have never felt so helpless and so turned on at the same time.
Then I looked up. Hanging on the ceiling was a large mirror, facing down at the bed. I saw myself, in the throws of passion, getting railed by this muscular stud. I’ve never thought of myself as anything special to look at, but the look of shear pleasure on my face as I was getting fucked was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen! Years from now, when I remember this moment, I will see that image. My journey to becoming Justin’s bitch was complete.
After fucking me that way for a few moments, Justin released my legs and lowered himself back down on me, putting his face beside mine. I could hear him grunting with the effort of fucking me as he turned his mouth toward my ear, nuzzling my neck.
“What would your wife say if she could see her husband submitting to me and my superior cock?” He growled in my ear. At those words, my body tensed up, and as I yelled “Oh fuck!” my orgasm washed over me and my cock began spewing cum between us. My ass must have clamped down on his cock, because simultaneously I felt him thrust all the way in and my ass was filled with a wet warmth.
“Yeah!” Justin yelled. “Take my load, bitch! I’m gonna knock you up!” Justin breeding my hole as he fucked me to my own climax was the single greatest sexual experience of my life! Nothing with a woman would ever compare to this!
He held still in me while we both regained our breath. I felt so secure and protected with my man laying on me, his cock still lodged firmly up my now very open hole! Finally, though, he pulled out and rolled over beside me. I laid there looking up at the ceiling, looking back and for the between the image of our two naked bodies laying side by side. We made eye contact in the mirror.
Suddenly, I was racked with guilt. I had just cheated on my wife! With a man. A man the same age as my oldest kid. FUCK! I’m a horrible person! I started to move to get up, to get out of there, but before I could, Justin rolled over on his side, turned my face toward him and looking me in the eyes, saying, “Hey! Don’t get all upset on me now! You wanted this, and now you’ve experienced it! It’s just sex. You can take this as an opportunity you’ve had to try something, and you don’t ever have to do it again. You now know what it feels like.” He pulled me into his body, hugging me against him. I know it sounds crazy, but I calmed down instantly. I knew it was going to be okay.
Then Justin pulled back and looked into my eyes, a sly smile on his gorgeous face. “But we both know you’ll be taking it up the ass for the rest of your life,” he continued. “You were made to get fucked. That pussy opened right up to me!” I must have looked shocked by his words, but they were true. I laughed then, and said, “I guess you’re right. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had! It would be impossible to never want to have that again!”
I got up from the bed, my legs sore with being stretched in a variety of new ways, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Once finished, I walked back out into his bedroom, Justin still laying naked on his bed, the picture of a conquering warrior. I was deeply glad that I had been his conquest.
Unsure of what came next, since he wasn’t moving to get up, I decided to just say what I was thinking and see what happened: “This sounds weird to say, but thank you! I can’t believe that someone with a body like you would come on to me, but Thank you!” Pausing nervously, I pressed on, “You know, I’m in town for three more days. Any chance…?” My words trailed off as I feared he wouldn’t want to see me anymore, that this was a one-time thing and nothing more. I was afraid I would have to go back to my boring life, never to enjoy this ecstasy again.“Of course!” he replied quickly, easy all my fears and doubts. “I’ll fuck you senseless the whole time you’re here!” he added with a smile.
Then pausing, he went on thoughtfully: “In fact, if you wanna stay the night, I’ll fuck you good tomorrow morning and send you to your conference with a sore, but happy, ass!”
I stayed the night, and boy did he indeed fuck me senseless that next morning! Then we went and gathered my stuff out of the hotel. Justin invited me to just stay with him throughout the whole three days, until the conference was done. I did have to stay naked while I was there at his house, but that was a very small price to pay to get the best sex of my life. In fact, if anything, being naked made getting the sex even easier. He taught me so much about taking cock, including how to prepare my ass for my future tops. And, I'm already looking to see if the conference will be held here again next year! God, I’m glad he hunted me down in that bar!
Even after I got back home, Justin kept texting me, keeping in touch in case we were ever in the same city at the same time. He also inspired me to start working out some, and makes me send him update pictures of my progress.
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