Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2017 20:05:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Manly Man <manlyman_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 4

Previously:

Jordan relaxed his hand a bit and I inhaled a breath as he continued to
unload.  It seemed to last forever, but eventually he stopped and let go of
my throat.  I lowered my legs and wrapped my big arms around him as I felt
his cock slip from my hole.  I hadn't cum twice in an hour for many years.
And I had never cum as intensely as today.  I was dazed and confused -
still trying to accept my new reality.  But I had changed.  In the course
of an hour, my life had been upended by a twink 20 years my junior and half
my size.



Part Four:


I dozed again but not for long.  Jordan rolled off me and pulled-on some
shorts.  His lithe, lean body still glistened with sweat as he began to
move toward the bathroom.  "Be gone when I get out of the shower", he said
over his shoulder, and he closed the bathroom door.


It's hard to describe how I felt.  Used, abused, defiled, embarrassed.  I
had been stripped of my dignity and fucked like a cheap trick.  And now
Jordan was tossing me out, just as I had done to many guys over the years.
As I stood and began to dress, I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Would I hear from him again?  Would he regret this?  What if I ran into him
somewhere...would it be awkward?  Wait...Oh God...would he TELL HIS FRIENDS
what happened?  Or MY FRIENDS??  I started to panic.  I couldn't let people
find out that I'd been dominated by a twink.  My social reputation would be
ruined.  But then the panic turned to fear when I heard the shower
shut-off.  Jordan told me to be gone when he returned from the shower.
Shit....I needed to get moving.  Fast!


Several days passed and I heard nothing from Jordan.  I went about my days
as usual - the office, gym, drinks with friends.  But I'd be lying if I
said I wasn't waiting for a text from him, some sort of sign.  I'm not good
with unknowns.  My rational brain was telling me to let it go, pretend it
didn't happen, ignore Jordan if he texted and avoid him for the foreseeable
future.  But I knew I couldn't, even if I tried.  I was avoiding my fuck
buds since my tryst with Jordan - I wasn't in the mood.  I'd been horny,
but my fantasies had suddenly changed.  They no longer revolved around me
being the alpha.  I wanted to be dominated again.  I was fighting it.  And
I was losing.  What was I going to do?


The answer came two days later on my drive home from the office.  A text
from Jordan...."My place.  Now."  I changed my route immediately to head to
Jordan's building.  "Yes sir", I replied.  "10 minutes".  I realized I was
perspiring and cranked-up the a/c.  My cock, which I hadn't touched in
days, was brick-hard in my slacks.  I licked my lips.


Once I found a parking space and got out of the car, I checked my
reflection.  I looked good.  I was well-built for a guy my age, muscular in
all the right places.  My suit was tailored and my beard neatly trimmed.  I
admired my physique for a few more seconds before I headed to Jordan's
apartment.  I knocked on the door and....a guy who was NOT JORDAN answered.
Roommate?  It hadn't crossed my mind but it made sense.  Two bedrooms, two
baths - Jordan had a roommate.  Oh fuck!  "Uh...hi, is Jordan here?", I
said. This guy was a textbook nerd.  Skinny, glasses, pale, disinterested.
But sexy, definitely sexy.  Unlike Jordan, he didn't have any swish.  He
was a boy-man.  Not fem, not a twink.  Young, but manly.  "He's in his
room", said the nerd.  I dropped my eyes and made a beeline for Jordan's
room.  I couldn't have anyone else know about us, about what Jordan had
done to me.  The presence of another person in his apartment, a roommate,
was unnerving.


I opened the door to Jordan's room and started to speak when he held up his
hand.  I closed the door behind me and waited.  Jordan said, "I said come
now.  Right now.  Not after you preened in the windshield of your car or
shot the shit with my roommate."  I started to protest when he held up his
hand again.  I went silent and waited.  "Are we clear?", he said.  "Yes
sir", I replied.  "Good.  You have 3 minutes to get me off before my Uber
arrives."


I panicked for a second, but then lust consumed me.  Jordan was standing by
the bed, buttoning his shirt.  I dropped to my knees and fished his hot
little cock out of his boxers.  He started to bone-up as soon as I touched
it.  I engulfed him to the root immediately. He grew hard in my throat.  3
minutes wasn't long, so I sucked for all I was worth.  My tongue made love
to his beautiful Asian boner as my fingers tickled his balls.  Jordan
moaned and I felt his hand on my head.  I doubled-down and increased the
pace as he stroked my head.  "Oh yeah, Daddy", Jordan sighed, as I held
onto one of his beautiful ass cheeks for leverage.  We continued like this
for another minute or so.  I worked so hard...I wanted to please this boy.
I wanted to make him cum in 3 minutes!  Then it happened.  Jordan's hand
clamped onto the back of my head and his entire body went rigid.  He buried
his cock in my throat and started to unload.  Once, twice...oh no - WTF?
He pulled out too soon.  At least that's what I thought until he grabbed
his beautiful dick and started painting my face with his load.  It was on
my nose, in my beard, on my cheek, and probably staining my $1500 suit by
now.  But I didn't care.  I'd made him cum in 3 minutes.  I was immensely
pleased with myself.


Jordan finished stroking and stepped forward.  He didn't have to say
anything - I cleaned his cock like a good bitch, swallowing every drop of
his cum.  As he stepped back to put on his jeans, I licked my lips and
reached to wipe the cum from my face.  "Uh-uh.  Leave it there", he said as
he continued to dress.


"Leave it?", I replied, shocked.  "Yes", Jordan said.  "I'll give you
permission to wipe it off, but not until later.  You can take care of your
suit as soon as you get home, though".  With that he took one last look in
the mirror and headed for the door to leave.  I started to stand, but
Jordan turned around.  "Not yet.  Neal needs a blowjob before you go.  Stay
put."  And then he walked out.


I froze.  Neal needs a blowjob?  Neal, the roommate??  The roommate who
could never know that I was Jordan's bitch???  But I barely processed those
thoughts when I heard the apartment door slam and Neal's footsteps coming
down the hall.  There I was, covered in Jordan's cum, kneeling beside
Jordan's bed when Neal unceremoniously entered the bedroom.  He crossed and
stood in front of me in a pair of athletic shorts that hung loosely from
his skinny frame.  As I said before, Neal is not a twink.  He is a nerd.  A
pale, white, smooth , red-haired nerd.  5'9, 135, soaking wet.  He was
barefoot with an oversize t-shirt over his athletic shorts.  I was suddenly
very aware of him....his closeness.  Neal scrutinized me while I waited.
Finally he said, "When Jordan said his bud would blow me, I laughed at him.
But you are covered in the dude's cum.  Is this for real?"


I stammered.  I wanted to explain it away, to protest.  But instead I
leaned forward and breathed-in his scent, rubbed my face over his crotch.
He moaned and said, "Holy fuck".  What happened next shocked me.  Neal's
cock began to make an appearance beneath the athletic shorts.  His long,
hard, thick bull of a cock.  It tented his shorts and I reached out to
touch it.  Neal groaned his approval.  I tried to wrap my hand around it
but couldn't - the guy was hung.  Really hung.  I tugged on the waistband
of his shorts and they slid down his non-existent ass.  Neal was a stick -
skinny arms, skinny legs, no pecs, lean stomach.  But in the cock
department he had been endowed.  once it cleared his shorts, his big cock
snapped up against his stomach, taking his long t-shirt with it.  "Wow", I
said before I could stop myself.  I looked up and Neal smiled.  "Get busy,
dude.  I gotta study."


And I did.  In my previous life as a top, I'd seen big cocks on some of the
bottoms I fucked.  I'd played with them as I fucked a guy.  But I'd never
tried to get one in my mouth.  Neal was a challenge.  I wrapped my hand
around it and started on the tip.  His cock felt incredibly hard and thick.
My own cock was below average compared to Neal.  If he'd been a jock, Neal
might have realized that his equipment dwarfed most guys.  But he wasn't a
jock and he didn't act like a typical guy with a big dick.  He was shy and
awkward.  Neal was definitely into getting blown, but he was a passive
participant.  Neal wasn't fucking my face or trying to control how it
happened - he just let me suck.  I found myself totally turned-on by his
size and his attitude. I adjusted to his thickness and started to apply my
skills.  Neal groaned in appreciation.  "Fuck dude, that's amazing", he
said.  I hummed my appreciation and tried to fit more of him into my mouth.
This wasn't like sucking Jordan at all.  Jordan fit perfectly into my
throat and sucking him was actually enjoyable - fun.  With Neal, just
getting him into my mouth was a challenge.  When I'd taken as much of his
length as I could handle, I could still wrap my hand around the base.  He
finally sat on Jordan's bed and laid back.  Since my mouth was impaled on
his cock, I followed, rising on my knees and leaning over him.  I nursed
him.  I stopped to suck his balls while I stroked his hefty tool.  He loved
it and told me so.  Pleasing Neal was easy, probably because he didn't have
much experience.  I wanted to make it good for him.


He had surprising stamina for a young guy.  I worked hard for a full 10
minutes before I felt him turn to stone.  He was squirming on the bed and
twice he said "Dude"....."DUUDE" as a warning.  I heard him, but there was
only one place I wanted Neal's load.  He started to speak one more time but
it turned into a deep, guttural growl.  I was holding onto the base of his
cock with my right hand and I had risen to my tip-toes, leaning over him
and trying to keep his beautiful dick in my mouth.  It was sudden and
violent when he exploded.  I felt a powerful surge and I was immediately
overwhelmed by the volume of cum he was shooting.  The floodgates had
opened.  With each pulse he sat upright in bed, then fell back on the
mattress.  Again and again he growled and exploded.  There was so much cum
that I finally had to let go with my mouth, but I kept stroking his cock
and balls.  He seemed to cum forever.


When Neal finally stopped - when his massive orgasm ended, he was once
again shy and self-conscious.  "Thanks dude, that was really good.", he
said.  Then he stood up, grabbed his shorts and bolted from the room.


I was exhausted and sweaty.  I still had Jordan's cum on my face and in my
beard.  I could taste Neal in my mouth and a copious amount of his seed was
dripping from my hand.  I stared at it for a second before I started to
lick it off.  Jordan tasted sweet.  Neal tasted manly.  I finished cleaning
my hand and then stood up.  I was a mess.  My knees were soiled from the
floor. My own cock had exploded when Neal shot his load, leaving a big wet
spot on my slacks.  My gym bag was in the car but I still needed to get
there.  And Jordan's load...he hadn't given me permission to wipe it off
yet.  Fuck!  I moved toward the living room glancing about for Neal - I
couldn't look him in the eye right now.  But he had gone to his bedroom and
shut the door.  I slipped out and made it across the street to my SUV
without encountering anyone.  I wriggled out of my suit and into a pair of
shorts and a wife-beater.  Better, definitely better.  I decided to stop at
the dry cleaner on the way home and drop the suit.


I parked in the loading zone and jogged happily to the door of my dry
cleaners.  I had a spring in my step - I felt like a kid.  The young,
Korean guy behind the counter eyed me warily, even though we had seen one
another dozens of times.  He logged my suit and gave me a ticket.  I
thanked him and turned to leave when he said, "You might want to wipe your
face, Mr Bradley"....



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