Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2023 21:56:26 -0400
From: Craig Cruzer <69qo24@gmail.com>
Subject: Get a Grip

Getting laid up here is hard.  I guess a small town in northwest lower
Michigan is like a small town anywhere; a hot hookup doesn't cum along
very often.  The usual websites just seem to round up the usual suspects,
the same sorry few who never cum through.  And then there's the issue of
who can host.  For me, that opportunity is extremely rare.  For everybody
else?  Well, the same, I guess.  So we settle for what we can get
outdoors or in cars, which means my chances of getting fucked are
somewhere between impossible and "You're kidding, right?"
But you have to keep trying.  The last time I had the place to myself for
a couple days, I put a post up on a DL site, expecting the same
nothing-burger I usually get.  Then it happened.  This was a first for
me, a guy who didn't want to drop by for a B & G, a guy who wanted more
and wasn't afraid to ask.  Or maybe I should say demand.  He told me he
was a very dom guy and that was fine with me because I'm a bit more of a
submissive type on the spectrum and definitely a bottom if it cums around
to that.  As usual, I didn't know if he'd actually show up or just turn
out to be another jerk-off fishing, but not cumming.

I had my answer pretty quickly.  When I met him at the door he was
dressed like a biker and definitely looked the part; black leather jacket
and leather gloves.  He didn't seem at all nervous as some guys do.  He
stepped in like we knew each other from way back, kicked off his boots
and let me know without saying a word that he wanted to see the bedroom.
We both stripped fast, but he asked if I was OK with him leaving his
leather gloves on.  It was the last time he would ask nicely for
anything.  He was a kind of chubby guy, but when he laid on his back like
he owned the place, it wasn't his gut I was looking at.  It was hard to
focus on anything else but his cock.  It was already full hard when his
head hit the pillow.

He didn't have to say a word.  I was taking orders now from his dick.  He
made it jerk like a finger saying "get your ass over here" and my mouth
was all over it in a second.  As I started licking and sucking, I felt
his leathered hands on the back of my head and wondered if I was about to
be gagged and face-fucked hard, but to my great relief that didn't
happen.  He held my head firmly in place and just pumped his throbbing
member across my tongue slowly. He did make me take all seven inches down
repeatedly, but not aggressively.  This was heaven.  My hands
instinctively went for his nipples and as soon as they hit the spot(s) he
told me to pinch them.  I did as Iwas told, but it wasn't hard enough.
"Pinch 'em harder!  Harder!!"  I couldn't believe how he could possibly
withstand the pain, but nothing I could do with my fingers was enough, so
I went after his nips with my teeth while reaching for the condom and the
lube on the side table.  I wrapped the rubber around the tip of his cock
and then used my mouth to roll it all the way down his shaft, just as a
good, obedient cock whore is expected to do.

In a flash, he rolled me over, pushed my legs high, slid a pillow under
my ass and slathered his tool down until the lube was dripping and
flowing down over his balls.  Neither of us said another word.  He pushed
his cock into me hard until he was all the way in and just held it
there.  It hurt like hell and I could tell that that turned him on
biggly.  Then he grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and began fucking
me deep and hard.  I could tell by the look on his face that he was
really getting off on watching my face while I became his bitch more and
more with each thrust.  Then his leather gloves were around my neck.  I
freaked for a moment, but when it became obvious that he preferred to
fuck me while I was alive, I just let my whole body relax and enjoyed the
ride...immensely.  He fucked me good and deep for maybe five minutes and
then, as his piston started firing faster, he barked, "NIPS!"  I put my
fingers on his nipples and squeezed until I thought I'd rip them off.  He
was fucking me furiously now and I thought he'd be filling the condom any
second...but I was wrong.

His face was beet red as he pulled his raging rod out of me and stripped
the rubber off lightning fast.  His leather gloves pinned my arms out in
a full DaVinci, and his cock was instantly in my mouth, spurting jizz
like his balls hadn't been emptied since Bill Clinton was president.  His
cum tasted devine, maybe because I was in a state of breathless ecstasy,
or maybe just because there was so much of it.  Then he rolled over on
his back next to me and we spent several wordless minutes catching our
breath.

When got up and dressed he was as polite as the doorman at a five-star
hotel, making pleasant small talk as if he hadn't just fucked my
headlights out two moments ago.  We both agreed that rarely being able to
host really sucks, but just before leaving, he promised to get back in
touch whenever the opportunity arises again.  As he drove away, I could
still feel his cock in my ass and savor the taste of his cum in my
mouth.  I wanted both to last, but nothing lasts forever,
except...maybe...lust.