Feeder Posted June 24, 2013 Report Posted June 24, 2013 Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Yesterday I squirted all my cum up the ass of a rather nerdly little fellow in Hell's Kitchen. He hit me up on BBRTS and was *extremely* into me, then put off by the fact that I had a partner, then finally willing to fuck with me. He was OK looking to me, but more importantly (1) was 5'8, a size I absolutely adore plowing, and (2) hung like a fucking donkey in his pics. Although he was hairless and blond and not really my type at all, I love little guys with big dicks who are super into me, so I told him I'd go fuck him Saturday morning. He sent a constant stream little notes about it every day, and it was nice to know I had a little guy waiting so eagerly for my dick at the end of the week, so it was a pleasure to bring my tool over to him and dick him down right.On the way, while I was in the subway, he sent me the dispiriting "Chit chat is awkward, so how about I buzz you in, leave the door unlatched, and you walk in to find me naked in the bed blablabla." I honestly don't think it's all that awkward to say "Hey, how ya doin"-- the usual extent of chit-chat that I require before I grab your body and stick my tongue down your throat. And I honestly just hate the walk-in-the-door-and-I'm-naked thing. I like to look a guy in the face, and see him in his clothes, and slowly unwrap him. I don't just walk in with a big boner ready to shove up your ass. It's just not erotic to me. But I didn't have much choice, seemed like, as he'd clearly sent it long before and it would be silly to ask him to get dressed again for me. So when I got off the train and read it, I replied, "Whatever you wanna do, are you ready now?" I was a little early and knew he'd had to run an errand. I waited on the corner for a reply, but didn't hear anything, so decided to just go buzz him. He immediately unlocked, and I went up four flights of stairs, to hear the door unlatching at the back of the building, and see the little nerd standing there, still fully dressed. "Did I get here too quick?" I asked as I got to the landing, and he smiled sheepishly and said it was not a problem. I smiled back, hoping to disarm him, and pushed my way into his (very very nice) apartment, wrapped my arm around his waist, stuck my bearded mouth in his ear, and cooed, "It doesn't have to be awkward." He seemed very very shy about kissing and kept pulling away from me, pushing his face into my neck instead. This was not going to work. But I had three inches and probably 80 pounds on him, so I just grabbed the back of his skull with one hand, turned his head up to face me, put the other hand on his neck just under his jaw, and kissed him forcefully without letting him turn away. And amazingly, this unlocked something in him and he decided kissing was just peachy from then on. I let his head out of my sudden death-grip and groped his little body instead, and he began to breathe very quickly and press his body against mine, hard. I grabbed his meaty little ass with both hands, then let them slide up to his hip-bones, which I pulled up against me so he could feel my swelling tool in my pants against his body, and I bucked my own hips into him forcefully so he could know what he was in for. This really got him going; he turned to rubber and he was wrapping his legs and arms around me in a kind of frenzy. Clearly, he liked it a little rough. I am an affectionate and sensual guy but little dudes do kinda bring something out in me. I never feel rough or aggressive, even when guys tell me I am. But I was clearly tickling some need in him and I dug that. My meat was getting hard and he was stroking it nicely through my shorts, so I pulled them off and barked, "Get on your knees and suck my dick." He complied, kissing it gently on the head first like it was some kind of tame rattlesnake that would turn ugly any minute. Then he slowly put it in his mouth, with no real pressure, so I told him exactly what to do with his tongue. Eventually he worked it out-- how do dudes give head when I'm not there to tell them what to do?? What a fuckin mystery-- and he was hitting my hot buttons very nicely, getting me quite rigid indeed, and we were still basically in his doorway. I held either side of his head and drilled my prong into his skull a bit, while he whimpered and cried with delight, and then pulled him up by his armpits, kissed him some more, and ordered, "Go get in your bed and take your clothes off." He practically trotted back there and complied, setting his own monster schlong free. It was like 8 inches which looked obscenely immense on his tiny little nerdy body. Nice. I pushed him on his back and laid my big hairy body on his little hairless one and ground my fat dick into his long one a while. He was thrashing in the bed like he was overwhelmed with excitement. I didn't want to get too excited, thinking maybe this could be a really nice epic fuck, so I sat up, flipped him over, and slid off the side of the bed to eat his ass out good. Honestly he'd looked a lot better in his pictures, but I loved how he was responding to the sex. So I ate his little fuckin ass like it was a buffet. He had nice big balls and practically vibrated when I bit into his inner thigh. His hole felt way too tight. I'd have to spend some time on this. And so I did, pulling his dick down from its position wedged between his belly and the bed, so I could suck his dickhead, feel all his inches slide past my lips, and then sucked his balls and licked all the lovely clefts and valleys between his legs, and little by little, each time my tongue probed his little hole, it seemed more and more eager for a shaft of thick flesh to invade it. So I put my dick against it, and pressed, and felt it give a little, then ate and sucked, then more probing with my oozing tool, and back and forth, while he sighed from the middle of the bed, "Tease... tease." Eventually probing turned into an elastic engulfment of every erect inch I possess. My nuts were resting against his taint and it felt nice. I mounted his legs, hooking my knees up against the back of his and laying my big fleshy thighs against his, and my dick pointed almost straight down against his prostate, and in that position I plowed the living holy hell out of him. And I really mean it. Something about his milquetoast manner just made me want to pummel him. I was pounding my fuckstick into his little assmounds with all the weight of my thick, hairy body, slapping against him obscenely. I watched my slick shaft slide in and out, from angry red knob to dark hairy bush and back out again. He was gripping the edge of the mattress with a grip so clenched it was like he was hanging from the edge of a cliff. He just kept saying, "Anything you want... anything you want... oh my god it feels so good... anything you want." My own sex patter was not up to usual snuff this time; I'm pretty sure at some point I said "You need dick, dontcha? Well, I'm gonna GIVE it to ya!" Or something. But he just kept saying "I need YOUR dick. I need YOUR cum. Oh, I had no idea... I had no idea... anything you want." After about 15 minutes of this assault, with only occasional rests to eat his hole and suck his startled dick some more, I barked, "Get on your back." "There's more??" he asked, opening his legs to me rather tenderly. I pushed them all the way back, admired his no-longer tight hole, and rammed into him some more. My sweat was flying all over him, all over the bed, and all over the wall a few inches beyond our heads. This was a really intense fuck. To cool down some, I pulled out of him, laid my fuckstick against his meat, and told him, "Wrap your legs around me." He did, and his arms too, and I just humped against him slowly. But this was rather foolish; feeling a bottom wrapped around me like that always is very exciting to me, even after extremely vigorous fucking. And suddenly, I felt like I was going to cum, and even though I pulled away from him immediately, it was clear my nuts were not going to take no for an answer. More nimbly than I thought I'd be able to manage in those few instances a dude has between when he knows he has to cum and when the nuts are pumping out the load, I somehow pushed him back again with open legs exposing his hole, grabbed my fuckstick and guided it in, and got it sunk in up to the nuts, and only then did the first beautiful shot of hot, thick, salty scum thunder down the length of my tubesteak and force its way into his gut. And I didn't plow into him any more, but just slooooowly let my dickhead slide in my own cum inside him, rubbing against the back wall of his innards, hitting those perfectly sensitive spots that want to be rubbed when I'm just letting my pent-up sexual fluids spew. I throbbed and throbbed into him, and told him I was still cumming, still cumming, still unloading my nuts in him, and he just said "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I need it, I need it, oh yeah." I was soaked with sweat. He repeated, "I just had *no* *idea*." "I told you I fuck good," I said, patting his now cum-fulled little body. "But everyone says that!" he protested, a little starry-eyed. "Well, I tell the truth," I said, and then gesturing to my soaked skin, pleaded, "I *really* gotta rinse off." The room was not nearly cool enough on this summer day for that kind of exertion, and he sensed it and apologized. I told him it was fine but strode over to the bathroom, and rinsed off, while he talked to me from the bathroom door. He works in a similar field to mine, so we talked shop a little bit. Once I'd dried off-- I had to use a multitude of little hand towels, because he hadn't had time to dry off full-size ones for me, which he also profusely apologized for, like everything else. And then he gave me some water. He was sort of talking to me like a teenaged girl might talk to a rock star. He repeated the "I had no idea" thing a few more times while I gulped down the water, and said I could come fuck him any time I wanted. Nice to hear, even though I doubt I'll do him again. I dashed out and ran to the subway, needing to go alllll the way to Coney Island to meet some friends out there for the Mermaid Parade and only having an hour at this point. Rushing up to Columbus Circle, I got stuck behind a knot of clueless, slow tourists, taking up the whole sidewalk. As I was crankily trying to get past them, I looked up, and who did I see but All American Bottom, walking his dog. He looked at me a little warily, and I wasn't sure he recognized me without my boner planted in his ass. I smiled very openly and broadly-- I think that dude is just great-- and realized I had on a stupid, unflattering hat and my beard is extremely bushy right now as I've lost the attachment to my beard trimmer somewhere along the way from my mom's house to Gotham. He looked at me warily again, but then smiled back at me rather tentatively. Some guys are also just weird about acknowledging random fucks on the street, especially when they appear in the midst of a bunch of midwestern biddies. I hoped I didn't look too blowzy and sweaty after that exertion with the little nerd. I decided not to fret about it; the weather was nice, I felt great after cumming in a very grateful little dude, and I didn't want to wonder or worry about anything. So I just let it be, trotted on by, and went into the subway without looking back. On the train I thought of all the guys out there that have my cum in them. All the dudes I've made feel good with my dick, all the dudes who took my sex inside them, who keep me inside them still. I thought about how awesome it is that I can just go to someone's house, and pull out my dick, and fuck my cum into them for as long as I want to feel their bodies, for as long as I can stand the pleasure, and zip up and go. I love putting my cum in other dudes, I love the variety, I love my dick, I love sex. More please. More...
PissPigBrooklyn Posted June 24, 2013 Report Posted June 24, 2013 There is a scort on bbrt who claims to be a nerd. He needs nothing. Even maybe especially with his glasses on I think he gets all the cock he wants and gives all the cock you could handle. OINK! Nerds and us (too old er mature to be called one) former nerds probably got more cock than you imagined. The halfback or the outfielder wasn't going to let another teammate see him get sucked off (or take it up the ass) but the nerdy water boy was not off limits ;-)
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