Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2011 16:50:29 -0700 (PDT) From: D L Subject: cocky-top-4 The Pussyboy Arrives Greetings men and bottoms! Thanks for all your feedback on the last story. I really enjoyed the emails I got from my readers. Apparently there are still a lot of hungry pussies that need to be fed. Some of them, if the pics I received are accurate, are pretty damn fuckable! I can see my Cock making a nice home in a few of them. My latest chapter was published right around the official end of Don't Ask Don't Tell and I have got at least 3 military boys offered me their very fuckable holes when they're not busy killing terrorists. Coincidence? I also found a couple boys in Chicago that seem worthy of the Cock including a bi boy who has a nice cherry pussy for me. Looking forward to popping it. Don't tell his girlfriend. I got a few emails from Tops as well. One of whom is feeling his pussy twitch for the first time, and another who was even trying to top me! I was pretty impressed with his audacity. Now, that's Cocky! Don't worry readers, my hole is still very whole. But if I get to Dallas I think I will have to have a beer with him and share stories of pussy taming, maybe while we are both using opposite ends of the same cowboy. The rest of you tops have to step up and fill in. There's plenty of pussy to go around. Anyway, back to Mitch. Mitch had been making good progress acknowledging that he was just a bitch to be used by men. His cock had become a worthless clit and when he looked down it seemed to be shrinking a little every day. Despite being 1000 miles away he was definitely now MY bitch. In gratitude for my training and advice, he had given me complete control of his clit and all access to his pussy. I would decide when he would cum or even be allowed to touch his clit. Since he was too far away to fuck myself, I reviewed the profiles of any Top that wanted to use him, and provided rules and restrictions on his service --He had to make sure his pussy was clean and shaved beforehand. Only the Top was allowed to touch his clit. He was not to cum in the Top's presence. He was to show proper gratitude to me after the encounter, etc. Rules like this make sure that he provided excellent service to the Tops and reminded him that his pussy was mine. I bet having My rules in his head while servicing another Cock felt like getting fucked by two Tops at once. What a lucky bitch. Eventually Mitch had to go to Chicago for some work thing and he begged for the chance to serve the Cock in person when he was here. The weeks before he spent extra time in the gym working his glutes and tits extra hard. His pussy was getting hungrier each day in anticipation and his clit was leaking at night. I did not let him cum for at least two weeks before the visit so his pussy would be extra hungry. He had a busy work schedule while here, so we only had time to meet once. When the day finally arrived, he made sure his pussy was freshly shaved and douched. He put on a cute pink jock under his clothes and headed to my condo. As he walked up the three flights of stairs to my place, I am sure he must have been a giant pile of nerves. He was probably scared that he wouldn't meet my expectations, that after all the months of chatting he might not actually earn the Cock -- that he wouldn't be handsome enough or his tits would be too small or I would find some reason that he would be unfuckable. He was scared that his pussy was too tight and since my Cock was so huge he wouldn't be able to take It and serve It the way It deserved. He may have worried that the reality of serving me would not measure up to the fantasy. However, I think his biggest fear of all was that the reality would exceed the fantasy. Until now he could just dismiss his conversations with me as pretending or exploring his sub nature. Until now it was a game. But once he met me and met the Cock and experienced its awesomeness -- especially if he enjoyed it -- then he would truly be a pussyboy and could not go back to pretending he was a Man. When Mitch arrived, I was taken aback by how tall he was. At 6'4" he is a good head taller than me. He wasn't especially handsome. But while, I like seeing a pretty face wrapped around my Cock, it isn't the highest on my list of criteria. I think he was in a jeans, and a long sleeve thermal t-shirt. I didn't pay too much attention to his clothes since I knew he wouldn't be in them long. My head was freshly shaved and I was in navy track pants and a tight t-shirt, although Mith saw mostly my tennis shoes since he had respectfully lowered his gaze to my feet. I welcomed him in warmly and had him kneel in front of me. This was both to have him acknowledge his place immediately and help him relax. Mitch's breathing was very shallow and he was actually physically shaking with nerves. It wasn't my intention to scare him, but it was kinda hot to see the effect I had on him. He could see the Cock expanding in my track pants as I pressed his head against my tight abs, rubbed the back of his neck and talked soothingly to him. "Welcome pussyboy. You look so natural down there. I can tell this is where you belong. You have been waiting for this a long time." Mitch softly agreed with a "Yes Sir." "Are you going to take good care of the Cock today?" "Yes Sir" This more enthusiastic. "That's a good puss." After a few minutes of this greeting Mitch's breathing had returned somewhat to normal, I directed him to strip down to his jock and fold the clothes neatly on the floor of my bedroom which is just off the entrance. For you tops out there, it's always good to make the bottom naked first. With Mitch I had decided that I would try to avoid ever seeing his clit to really emphasize how little it meant to me or any Top. Mitch returned to the foyer in a bright pink jock. His body was lean, trim, and smooth. I love tall fit bodies. I was looking forward to fucking him. As he kneeled back before me on the hardwood floors in my entryway, I told him his clit cover was "adorable" and "cute." It was fun to see how the compliments made him simultaneously proud that he had pleased me and humiliated to recognize his relinquished masculinity. I would never wear anything so faggy and he knew it. The closet in the entrance of my condo has a full length mirror. I directed Mitch on his hands and knees in front of the mirror so I could inspect his pussy. Mitch's ass was great- firm and lean. I spread his cheeks and inspected his pussy to make sure it was shaved smooth and clean. I hate getting hair on my tongue when I eat ass. I stood there with Mitch on all fours and had him look at himself in the mirror for a few long minutes. "Look at yourself in the mirror boy. See what a little pussy you are." "Yes Sir." "You love taking care of real Men. Don't you puss? Tell me what you are." "I'm your cock-sucking pussyboy Sir." "Good bitch." I said, rubbing his head. "This is where you belong. Isn't it?" "Yes Sir." Mitch could see that it was no longer a game. He was really a bitch. I didn't need to see the wet spot on his clit cover to know he was loving it. He hadn't even seen the Cock and he was ready to explode. I directed Mitch to my bedroom so the service could begin. ====== Damn these things take a while to write. I guess I will quit here so I can get you hungry pussies another installment. As always, I love hearing from you. Some of you have found me on Recon too. If you check me out and like the stories, give me a cruise.