Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:14:49 -0800 (PST) From: Ted M Subject: Taking Mark's Virginity: Part I I watched him walking towards me. Across the parking lot, he seemed to be lost in his iPod world. Then he looked up and his eyes jumped a little wider, catching me staring at him. He was in jeans and a T-shirt, which showed off his slender build and muscular little biceps. A kid who works out but isn't looking to enter any competitions. His face suggested a swarthy ethnicity -- Italian or Greek. A deep five o'clock shadow and shiny jet black hair suggested he was 25 or older...but I knew better. He could pass for older, but he was at that spectacular age tottering between late teens and full manhood - 19. He pretended nonchalance as he swaggered closer. Acted like he didn't notice my penetrating stare. Bullshit. I have these light blue piercing eyes...when I'm watching you, you can feel them from half the room away, even if you don't know exactly what it is. You sense a presence, a power. I can grin while staring, too, a wicked grin that suggests sweat and exhausted bodies. A grin suggests that *this time* you'll do things you didn't think you'd ever do. A grin that casually suggests, `you may spend part of this evening begging.' I never broke eye contact with The Kid, just stared. I was at ease. He was uncomfortable. He smiled feebly and nodded when he passed me, and headed into the convenience store. His hands were shaking a little bit. I pulled a thick cigar out of my inside jacket pocket and lit up, continuing to lean against the side of my rented truck. His back was to me in the convenience store and I knew he was aware I was checking out his ass. He just kind of stood there...pretending to debate something on the shelf, when in fact he was just scared to move. I'm an ass man. I love ass. So when I saw those fat little muscle cheeks filling out those worn jeans, I knew that I would spend a significant portion of this evening coaxing those twin mounds to part for me, to welcome me inside, to become my playground . I could already see this beautiful kid stretched naked on my hotel bed, goose bumps making tiny ridges along -- I was guessing - his otherwise smooth ass. Hey, it wasn't a given by this point. I never count on anything being a done deal. The reality is, I wouldn't want this kid unless he surrendered himself fully to me. Some guys get off on TAKING what they want...that's one dynamic of the power play. To each his own. But I want full surrender, full submission. I wanted that muscle butt slowly, reluctantly revealed as my boy nervously drops trou. And then as I cupped his bare ass for the first time he would look into my eyes with a pleading look that says, "I give. I surrender. But please...please..." Needless to say, my dick was hard when he emerged from the store with a soda bottle in his hand. This next moment would influence quite a bit. He *didn't* have to walk exactly past me. If he were truly intimidated, he could have turned left and avoided me. Of course, he wouldn't do that. He wanted to show me that he wasn't intimidated...that he was a man. Which, of course, he was. All man. But tonight...he would be my boy. So he walked right towards me again, the same path he took on the way into the store. But this time, as he drew a foot away, I exhaled heavily, swirling mists of cigar smoke right into his path, his face. He stopped, surprised. Before he could walk away or wave away the smoke, I leaned in towards him. "Boy..." I whispered in my thick growly voice, and huffed another cloud of sweet, cigar smoke right around his face. He was frozen. Entranced. Got him. He blinked a few times, unsure what to do, and I could see the vein on his neck throbbing. I wanted to caress it gently, to kiss it. Later...this was a delicate time in our new relations and I didn't want to blow it. The cigar smoke dissipated and he seemed to find himself. He glanced at me with a look of panic in his eyes and then slowly ambled away. He dragged himself away, is the more accurate phrase...unwilling to leave, but not sure what would happen if he stayed. Probably trying to save face. It was too late. I had seen those lips up close, full, red cocksucking lips. And I knew that within an hour or two I'd be dragging the head of my fat dick across his lips, wiping precum on them. He was going to taste my sperm that night. I knew it and he knew it too. He was just scared. He left the parking lot without ever looking back, but I wasn't worried. I smoked my cigar and enjoyed the Jersey night. It couldn't have been three minutes before I saw his shadow across the sidewalk just beyond the parking lot. He was standing there, hesitating before walking back into view. He didn't realize I could see his shadow, feel his deliberating. He knew that if he came back, it was my game, my turn. This, ultimately, was the moment of surrender. Not later when he was naked and his head bowed while I traced a finger over his chest...no, that was the fruit of his surrender. This was the true moment -- when he decided to give up his power to me. He popped back into view. Light brown-skinned boy. My little muscle-assed boy. The Kid strode purposely towards the convenience store and when he got close to passing me, he flashed me an embarrassed grin and mumbled, `Forgot something.' "Yeah you did." I said in a clear, loud voice. He froze again, just one foot beyond me and the rental truck. "But what you forgot...it's not inside the convenience store." The Kid didn't move...he stood rooted to the spot until I walked up next to him. "What you forgot, Kid," I whispered in a low register, "is to thank me." "Thank you?" he repeated. Poor guy. He was so nervous. This was his first time. I wonder how many other guys he had walked passed, how many Daddy Bears he wandered by hoping they'll recognize the light in his eyes, the furtive glance to see if they recognize him -- a boy in need -- a boy who wants to be controlled but doesn't know how to say `hello.' "So, thank me, Son." I tell him confidently. "Go ahead." He's still facing away. "Uh...thank you?" "No." I tell him and my voice makes him jump. "Thank you, SIR, is how you'll be wanting to say that." "Thank you, Sir." He whispers into the evening, and now he knows...now he knows that the battle is over and I have won. And I intend to collect the spoils of victory. I put my hand on the back of his neck and grip it. "Good boy," I whisper into his ear. "That's my boy..." He squirms. "They might see us from inside." "Yup." I reply. He shivers again. My thumb massages up and down his neck and I stand so close to him that our body heat intermingles. Despite the public circumstances, he moans softly. With gentle pressure, I guide him forward and walk him around the truck to the passenger side. "Get in." He tugs on the door handle and pulls himself into the cab. There's a six pack of Summit Pale Ale on the passenger seat and he asks me what he should do with it. I look at him intently, but do not answer. He blushes and puts the bottles in between his feet on the floor. We drive in silence to my motel. I know he wants to talk, to ask questions, to get to know me better. His brain will make this entire scene more okay once he can validate that I'm a regular guy, a nice guy even, someone to be trusted. It's a little cruel, me keeping him in silence. But he already knows everything he needs to know. We hop out and I love that he's trying to act cool, act natural. It's quite adorable. The motel is a run-down piece of crap with a big neon sign that blinks VACANCY. That sign must get no rest, because I have a hard time believing this little piece of shit hotel is ever full. I wanted a cheap motel with cheap walls. I want the neighbors to hear him groan and beg and howl when it happens. I want this night to be trashy, respectful, mind-blowing for him...and I don't want it mucked up by being self-conscious in an expensive place. He pauses once inside the room, unsure what to do with himself. Should he sit on the bed or will I pounce him there? Or maybe he should start out kneeling, even though he doesn't want to...he just doesn't know. I like his confusion. He looks around the room, stalling. I grin and come up behind him, my breath on his neck. My arms naturally wrap around his stomach, thick hands meeting on his belly and I pull him up sharp into my chest. "Relax." I whisper. "It's okay...it's okay..." He doesn't relax; he isn't relaxed. He's under my spell and while his brain is screaming, WHY AM I HERE the rest of his body seems utterly compelled to obey. I breathe against his neck...rubbing the same path of his skin with my strawberry blond goatee. I'm teasing him, prickling him, massaging his neck and letting him get used to the feeling of me wrapped around him. He likes it. I know he does because he pushes back just a fraction, melts just a tiny little bit. That's how I know. I pay attention to his body. My hands move in fluid motions, go under his shirt, and pull it up over his head. It happens rather quickly, so suddenly he's standing there shirtless in a cheap motel room, facing away from me. My hands are on his smooth brown belly, rubbing gently. He's extremely self-conscious and nervous again, anxious about what I think of his body. It's cute, really. This adorable little muscle boy is into bears...and he's nervous about how I'll perceive his body. Worried I might be judging him. I kiss his neck with a wet kiss and he shivers. My left hand travels up his chest, up his neck to his chin and I gently push his head back onto my shoulder...I'm stroking the front of his neck with my left hand while licking the side of his neck and using my right hand to pull him closer into me... He's never been with a man before. I keep stroking his neck, licking his neck, grazing him with my goatee, and with my right hand, I unsnap his jeans. His body stiffens. My left hand joins my right and I unzip his jeans, holding him close to me. "It's okay, baby..." I coo into his ear, "you want this...you want this..." He is nervous again, tight against my body... I drop his jeans to the floor and in a loud voice command him to step out of them. He jumps at my commanding tone and before he can think about protesting he's already kicking them off his feet. He's wearing sexy low-rise briefs and as he stepped out of the jeans a moment ago I could see his ass crack. My dick throbbed and spurt out a bit more precum. Oh right -- did I mention that? I precum...a lot. A ton. By the time my pants are off tonight, I'm sure it will look like I already jizzed in my shorts. But nah...just precum. Gobs of it. He's standing in his low rise briefs with his arms around his chest and he turns to face me, for next orders. "Are you going to...undress?" he asks quietly. I don't answer him. I move a foot closer to him and grab the back of his neck, like you would a puppy. He stares into my eyes and he's already pleading with me, already wondering how rough I'll be, how gentle, where we'll fall in between. "I'm going to give you an order." I tell him with slow precision. "I'm going to tell you to take off those shorts. And when you do that, buddy boy, you're mine. Do you understand? Your submission is complete, and you are giving your body to me to use for the night." "But," he says softly, "if you --" I cut him off by raising my hand. "Mine. For the entire night. All mine. No resistance. Think it over. Think about how a man like me could use a boy like you. And if you aren't here for the same reasons I am...well, put on your little jeans and tight T-shirt and know that if you leave here - you'll never have another chance to give it up for me." He stood there puzzled, bewildered, recognizing an option out of this, but not sure he had the power to take it. "Strip." I command. He looks at me again, and the defiance melts into pleading. He hooks his fingers around the band of his sexy briefs and slowly pulls them to his knees, and then kicks them off. Naked. I haven't even bothered to look down at his junk. It'll be perfect, I know that. But I grab his nuts and his cute lips open in a giant O. "Good boy." I whisper to him. "Now, you're mine. Your mine. Say it." "I'm yours..." he says, his voice breaking. My dick is telling me to throw him on the bed and punch my dick so deep inside him that the cashier at the convenience store can hear him howl...but that's not what happens. That's not how this is gonna go down. He deserves better than that for his first time. "Get us both a beer." I tell him. I lie on the bed in a half-sitting position against the cheap headboard and guide him into my arms. He's embarrassed at first, awkward, but I compliment him on his body, ask him how he works out, stroke his shoulders, his neck, kiss the top of his head as he lies on my chest. He begins to melt and soak up the masculine energy between the two of us. We drink our beer and I ask him questions. Listen attentively to his answers. Sometimes it's quiet between us, and that makes him a little nervous, but I don't mind. By his second beer, he's a little buzzed. He didn't eat anything today but two breakfast sandwiches from McDonalds. He's relaxed into me and loves soaking up my attention and powerful presence. I raise his head and angle it towards me. His heart starts beating faster -- I can feel it pounding against my chest. I lean in to kiss him and he licks his lips nervously. Uh...wait," he says. I frown at him. I do not like this interruption. "I uh...I don't know how to do this." He says. "To you know...kiss." Ah, my golden boy. What an honor to teach this swarthy, 19 year old how to kiss! To open his mouth for pleasure. I spend the next 15 minutes kissing him, teaching him through soft whispers, guiding him. He learns to accept my chewing on his lower lip at the end of a long kiss...to gently suck my tongue while I fuck it into his mouth...to meet my strong rough kisses with his own passion... We're kissing a lot and his hard cock is bouncing between us. It's about 7 inches, cut and it bounces with the energy of a 19 year old man. His hand wanders down to his dick to stroke it a bit and I knock his hand away. I throw him off me and he lands on his back. I'm on top of him instantly, holding down his fat biceps, and he suddenly realizes how strong I am, how powerfully I've got him pinned. He can do nothing. I kiss him. Gently. I continue to kiss him luxuriously, sensually, deeply. He's moaning and squirming, and barely seems to notice that I have positioned myself between his legs and am slowly forcing them wider apart. I lurch with my knees and his legs are suddenly around my waist, so he instantly realizes he's in the FUCK position. "Oh!" he says and his eyes are wild again. He's panting, pinned down, and my spittle is on his lips, his bare upper lip, and his eyebrows are arched high. "OH." He says again in surprise. I grin, the lavicious grin. My hard cock is straining against my camouflage pants, straining to touch that soft pink spot...a week's worth of semen weighing down my heavy nuts, bouncing against his tight button. He looks so adorable, so vulnerable. I throw his legs up higher and dive for his hole. My first kiss on that cute brown pucker is a wet, tongue kiss and I slobber all over it. The Kid gasps. I dive deeper, running my tongue and scratchy goatee up and down his tender anus, licking, slobbering, leaving a coat of my spit all over him, his twitching butt hole. He gasps and squirms, but I hold his thighs up and continued my assault. Clearly, nobody has ever done this before. I want it to be memorable. I slobber and slurp that pucker over and over, assaulting it and kissing it, licking it like ice cream, long strokes with the broadside of my tongue. Soapy. Clean. He did a good job of cleaning his butt for me. I manipulate him into flipping over so I can get really deep...I help him arch up his ass a bit and he whimpers as I suck his hole into my mouth. I nip it slightly, and watch it twitch closed, then lavish it with wet, sloppy tongue until it relaxes open again...opening up this boy to the assault that will happen next. I don't want to distract him from the sensation in his ass, so I manage to shuck my clothes discretely while glued to his adorable butt. He doesn't even know I was naked until I land on his back and align my hard cock with his ass-crack. My cock is perfectly suited to be the first inside him: 7 inches, medium thickness, and tons of precum. Slender bullet head that is perfect for opening up a butt without the pain of a thick mushroom head. My cock is perfect to stretch him open and then lay him out. He'll feel like he was getting fucked by a 9 inch dick, but he won't be in agony the next day. I drop on his back and wrap my arms around his chest, capturing him. My sticky, wet cock is right in his ass crack and I begin gyrating immediately. He tenses and I can practically hear his brain screaming HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT! I chuckle. He wriggles around a bit, but senses it is useless...he is mine. He collapses again and I can feel his entire body sag. "Mark," I whisper into his ear, "Mark, it's time for me to take your butt...time to make you a man..." "Wait," he pleads with me. "I dunno...I'm not sure..." "Okay." I tell him. My cock does not stop spitting out juice as it slides up and down his crack. "I'll wait. I'll wait until you beg me to enter you. I'll wait until you're 100% sure you need this...want this...I'll wait Marky." He relaxes at that, and I kiss his neck. I turn his head and angle his mouth to mine. "Kiss me." I command. "But," he falters, "your mouth was in my butt..." I laugh and jam my tongue into his throat. He resists at first and then warms almost instantly, sucking my tongue as I continue to wet hump his young muscle butt. When we break from our passionate kissing, he snuggles me and pushes his ass back to meet my cock. So I start talking...reminding him how we met online six months ago, recounting the fantasies we shared, the times we spent on the phone with me coaxing him to teenage orgasm...how natural it is for a powerful 40 year old Daddy type like me to indoctrinate a young buck like him into the incredible world of deep fucking, how beautiful it would be for me to put my very best swimmers deep inside him, how he would sleep next to me all night (well...probably not too much sleeping) with my cum dripping out of his ass. He got very squirmy with that last part...I knew that it was part of his fantasy -- and while he intended to practice safer sex as a rule, he wanted his first fuck to be raw, and with someone he trusted. He picked me. I was honored. It was true, we had never met face to face until the convenience store a few hours earlier...he picked the location for us to meet. I picked the motel. Since he lived with his folks, he couldn't very well douche in their home without potential embarrassment, so I had recommended what I called the "McDonalds douche:" two breakfast sandwiches which would clean out his system as long as he didn't eat the rest of the day. Mark lay under me, sweating, writhing, listening to me whisper raunch about cumming inside him, about our union, and how I intend to keep filling him with spunk all night long. He pushes back harder and harder, trying to manipulate his butt against the head of my dick. He is indicating he's ready -- that he wants me inside him. I don't bite. "Wha'chu doin', buddy?" I growl into his ear. "You want something?" He breathes heavily and arches his ass up again. I remain motionless, my cock oozing precum against his slick, soaked crack. He nods slightly. "What's that?" I ask him softly. "What do you want, Marky?" "You." He whispers. "No, no," I laugh. "Say it. Say what you want." Utter submission. "Just..." he says, voice muffled into the pillow. "I'm ready now." "For what?" I teasehim. He got quiet again...this was humiliating for him that I am making him ask for it -- beg for it. But that's how it had to be...he had to completely surrender. I lined up my cock head right against his tender hole, still sensitized from the lengthy ass-eating I had given him. He moaned. "It's ready to slide inside you," I whisper to him, "My fat Daddy dick is ready to open you up, babe. Take your virgin cherry...slick up your insides, buddy boy." Mark groans. "But you gotta ask me for it...real nice." "Please!" he whimpers. To show him he is on the right track, I push the head a little forcefully against his hole. He pushes back, but without my pushing forward, he can only feel my hard cock head drooling on his pucker. "Okay..." he says at last. "Please...please put your cock inside me." "Again." I command sternly. "Please put your cock up into my ass, Sir!" he cries out. Yes. That's what I wanted. I reward him by pushing my rocket-shaped head past his ring. He tenses up again, but doesn't squeeze me out. I massage his shoulders, telling him he is doing great, and how great it will be for me to seed him, breed him the way he was meant to be bred. He had shared with me that he was worried about getting fucked -- worried it would physically hurt...and so I am extra careful to make sure we move at a pace that will only bring his ass pleasure. He melts a little, and I push in further. I whisper, cajole him, order him to push back, encourage him in my `Coach voice' that he's doing great...and inch by inch, I push deeper into his cherry butt. "Baby," I whisper into his ear, "you're not a virgin anymore..." He pushes back to meet me. "Are you...are you in me? All the way?" His voice held surprise and wonder. "Now I am." I announce as I push the last inch into him. "OOOOH!" he cries. I turn his head and kiss him, my brave little warrior. He squirms and gets this incredible smile while we kiss. "I'm not a virgin anymore." He grins happily at me. "Technically, yes you are." I tell him. "Because you haven't been fucked yet." He skewers up his face into a question, but we are done talking. I slowly pull out and whoooooosh back into him, in a beautiful, slow stroke. Mark moans. "NOW you're not a virgin." I whisper to him. I repeat my slow strokes to open up his hole, to get more of my natural lube inside him. This is no race...I don't need to fuck him hard and fast. We are making love...honoring his body, honoring my gifts. I begin to fuck him in earnest, pulling mostly out, and then re-invading that perfect, pink hole. Each time I press deeply forward, he gasps, jerks away from me, then ends up pushing himself back to me. His brown body contrasts so nicely with my pale Irish skin...my fat dick disappearing between those muscular globes...oh man...I'll be spending a lot of time in the next 24 hours inside this butt. I kiss his neck, wrap him in my arms, remind him that he is completely in my power (this makes him wriggle and push back harder against my cock). I want to fuck him this leisurely for an hour, but you know how it is with guys who haven't been fucked before -- 20 minutes is about all they can stand the first time. I pull out and flip him over...put him on his back and lift his legs. I want to see his handsome face as I push into him. He grins at me, his whole face shining. I smile at him too, my handsome stud puppy, and then I align my cock with his already-dripping hole. "Tell me what you need, Marky." "I need..." he blushes a little. "I...want you inside me again." I push my cock head in, but carefully. Changing positions can make the whole experience feel new again, so I am ready to go slow and make it happen gradually. "No shame in needing it, Marky." I say softly as I stroked the side of his face. I keep talking as I re-enter him, slowly with gradually deepening strokes. "This exchange...between two men...I need you as much as you need me. We're both enacting a role that is natural and right for each of us..." Mark pants a little bit and twists his head. "It's both of us doing what feels right...letting that desire and need get filled up, filled to the brim...just like...I'm going to do..." I am fucking a little deeper, a little harder. Not jack-rabbiting the kid, but applying a little more pressure to his spot so he got to cum right when I did. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby." I grab his arms and push them down with my hands. "I'm going to flood you with my sperm," Mark groans and twists...sometimes that happens with a dream coming true. His legs lock around my back; he won't let me go this close to completion. "Please...please do it..." "Tell me what I want to hear...you know what I want to hear, boy..." I ordered him with ragged breaths. "I love this...love you inside me..." He whispers, "Love...this love I love this...thi--...you. I love you..." And that sends me over the top. I blow in powerful spurts, and I know he can feel it, `cause he flinches a little each time, as if my semen was scalding hot and branding him. I saved Marky a 6 day load so that I wouldn't last long myself. Of course, the thrill of impregnating a virgin was primordial enough that my reptilian brain overproduced some extra semen, to better the odds. I keep slapping his body with my pelvis, creating a frothy paste inside my new buddy. He looks into my eyes and understands that my swimmers are inside him now, attempting to create a new life. He stares at me with wonder and joy. And erupts -- all sorts of muscle boy cream smacks my hairy stomach, his hairless one. His body jerks on my cock, pushes it deeper into his butt in the throes of his passionate release, and gets his prostrate nut bumped again. What a twitchy little fucker he is! Next time I'll have to time it better so that he cums right before I do...that muscle hound flopping around and extra gripping my cock will trigger my own explosion. Next time may not be too far off. I wrap my arms around him and pull our lips together, feeling his heart pound against my chest, feel the sweat cooling around his collarbone. He gasps between kisses and I'm wondering how with youth and a body like that he can be so exhausted...but then I realize he's releasing a 10 years of wondering, of fantasizing, of hoping for something like this, and it makes sense. With a silent wet kiss, my cock slips out of his rosy, sloppy hole, promising to return and renew the friendship. I kiss him tenderly and roll him on top of me, position him into the most relaxed position, and pull the threadbare blanket over his butt...keep him a little warmer. He's quiet on my chest, breathing normally again and I know he's not asleep. He's wanting this moment to last for the rest of his life, for more than anything for us to stay in this repose until hunger drives us out. He probably thinks that he has to say something, to make small talk, or even leave because he doesn't know how to act after mind-blowing, incredible beautiful sex. That's okay. When he starts muttering and reluctantly moving away, I'll pull him tight to me and kiss him very deeply. I will cup his golden brown ass and with a finger sluice his ass crack to feel my slippery cooling jizz. I'll tell him to keep his damn mouth shut and just lie there and soak it up. And he will. feedback welcome. Mpls_ted@yahoo.com